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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Observation Lounge [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:01:03</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:05:58</strong>
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				Airik Mitchell sat quietly looking out a window. His quick foray onto the bridge ended abruptly as ensigns from Command started throwing PADDs in front of him asking for authorizations. For all he knew, he just authorized war with the Ferengi.<br><br>Staring out, part of his view was blocked by the spidery tendrils of the space dock. Part of the view was open space. It became more and more real with each passing moment. It would get exponentially more real as the senior staff assembled for a meeting in the Observation Lounge. <br><br>Airik sat in the chair at the head of the table. It was cliche, but he decided to do it. Perhaps he'd change it up a bit just to keep people on their toes and sit in the middle at the next briefing. He wasn't a military dictator and the senior staff needed to function as a team. In the end he was of course responsible for the actions of the crew, but those actions needed to be altruistic and for the benefit of the ship, Starfleet, and Federation.<br><br>=/\= "Computer, issue a communication to senior staff to report to the Observation Lounge at 1500." =/\=<br><br>=/\= "Communication issued." =/\=<br><br>That was several hours. It would give the crew time to finish up any projects.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 19:27:56</strong>
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				Muttering still, Dun walks behind the man wearing the rank of...&nbsp; and dressed in the fashion of a ships cap...&nbsp; He pulls up short, looking back to the door that just hissed closed like the door to a cell.&nbsp; He had expected to be able to organize the work requests before they got started and now looked horrified in the direction of The McNair's Captain.<br><br>"Captain Mitchel, Sir!&nbsp; I did'n think ya would be here so early..."&nbsp; Dun fumbled with his pad so he could make a hand presentable should he be offered on in greeting.&nbsp; "I was goin to finish up these reports..."&nbsp; He looked around him at the empty space and thought, <em>good job, McGalleon, way to intrude</em>.&nbsp; "Or, ona second thought, maybe I should finish these up in me quarters..."<br><br>He hesitated, looking apologetic and willing to step out, but indecision kept him glued to his spot waiting for Mitchells pronouncement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 20:06:04</strong>
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				He'd just walked in to hear McGalleon finish speaking to the captain.&nbsp; His eyes locked on the seemingly young man, but from what he had read, Mitchell was 215 years old.&nbsp; A damn long time to be alive.&nbsp; Tosh silently thanked whatever deity above that he would not be living that long.&nbsp; While he enjoyed what he did, being able to remember so vividly certain things was not as much a blessing as anyone would like it to be.<br><br>Tosh stepped closer to the two men, stepping up beside Dun and Airik.&nbsp; "I hope I'm not interrupting."&nbsp; He said, extending his hand to the captain.&nbsp; "Lieutenant Vergil Tosh, sir.&nbsp; Chief Security Officer.&nbsp; It's a pleasure to finally meet you."&nbsp; The large man said firmly and clearly.&nbsp; Straight and to the point.<br><br>After making his introduction, he stepped back to find a seat.&nbsp; Tosh opted for one at the middle of the table on one side.&nbsp; Setting his rear down in the chair, he rested his hands in his lap, fingers threaded together as he lounged and waited for the others, idly listening in on whatever conversations were going on at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 02:02:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Five minutes later, Sahara stepped up to the door of the observation lounge, her nervousness creeping up.&nbsp; She didn't know why she was nervous.&nbsp; Most it had to do with being in a roomful of strangers, or so she thought would be strangers at the meeting with her.&nbsp; At least, she would have some friendly faces there when Commander Osiel and Commander MacReady showed up.&nbsp; She hoped that the Captain wasn't a hard man to get along with.&nbsp; She hated those that bore the "higher than thou" attitude.&nbsp; It annoyed the living hell out of her, to use a common human phrase.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she smiled and opened the door, going in.&nbsp; "Good evening," she said with a cheerful voice.&nbsp; Looking up, her grin got wider as she spotted Lieutenant Tosh, and Lieutenant MacGalleon already in there.&nbsp; Maybe there would be more friendly faces than she had originally thought.&nbsp; She waited until the two men were done talking before she acknowledged them.&nbsp; "It's nice to see you again, Lieutenant Tosh, Lieutenant MacGalleon," she said, smiling and nodding in turn to each man politely.<br><br>Then, she looked up at the other man in the room.&nbsp; He was...young.&nbsp; He didn't look to be any older than her own age, which was surprising to her, considering that she had read in his file that he was over 215 years old.&nbsp; More power to him, she thought with a smile.&nbsp; If a man could be that old and not look a day over 30, she could only envy him and hope that she would have the same treatment when she aged.<br><br>"Commander Mitchell, I assume?" she asked, reaching her hand out towards the man that was unfamiliar to her.&nbsp; "Lieutenant Sahara Tir," she said.&nbsp; "Chief Medical Officer...It's very nice to finally meet you..."</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 07:47:51</strong>
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				Cate checked the time on her data pad, she never wore a watch and it was a bad habit.&nbsp; The meeting was soon to begin and she wanted to get there a little early ... not too early though of course as then she'd just be sitting around following floating dust specks with her eyes.&nbsp; Her polished boots hit the floor confidently with each step, she was far more excited than nervous.&nbsp; This was her first senior officer's meeting, not just aboard the <em>McNair</em>, but ever.&nbsp; She just hoped she would be able to keep up with everyone else, apparently Starfleet was confident she could though, otherwise they would never have assigned her the post, would they?<br><br>Idly she tucked back a fallen strawberry curl, all the while wondering if they would hear about any upcoming missions.&nbsp; Her last post had been far more about learning the ropes than actually utilizing her skills to the fullest and now she couldn't wait to attempt some practical application.&nbsp; Drifting in her thoughts Cate wondered too about her new captain, she knew little about him aside from his age, which had everyone fascinated, and his species.&nbsp; At least her time in the crew lounge had broken the ice with many of the other officers she would see there, that would definitely put her more at ease ... McGalleon had been rather brilliant in thinking of that.<br><br>Without getting lost once she found the observation lounge.&nbsp; Giving her uniform a straightening tug and taking a deep breath she pressed the controls to open the door.&nbsp; There were those butterflies again, fluttering merrily in her stomach.&nbsp; Her blue eyes twinkled though, belying her eagerness first and foremost.&nbsp; She smiled brightly and stepped in, meeting each now familiar crew member's gaze for a moment and nodding in greeting.&nbsp; Enthusiasm and nerves were swirling together within her and managing to steal away her voice for the time being.&nbsp; That was fine, she was sure she'd get a chance to make her introduction at some point.&nbsp; Until then really, there was no need to talk.<br><br>Picking a seat was proving a little more difficult than she'd hoped, not knowing if the captain wanted them in any certain place.&nbsp; Cate seemed to hover for a few breaths before finally settling on a seat that was not directly next to anyone else but still had a fair view of the surprisingly young looking captain.&nbsp; It was a good spot, her attention could stay fixed from here.&nbsp; She sat straight in her seat, the smile still very much on her face, displaying her hint of youthful dimples, which if she had known probably would have horrified her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 08:54:56</strong>
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				Alexi entered the room and realised he'd met most of the people in the room if for only a brief moment.&nbsp; Knowing it wasn't the time for idle chatter, he nodded to the Captain and paused for a second to look at which seats were available.&nbsp; Quickly, he decided upon one towards the other end of the table from the Captain where he could watch the man as well as most of the other Officers.&nbsp; Thoughts and emotions were one thing, being able to see body language and facial expressions could tell him so much more.<br><br>Once in his seat, he leant back and steepled his hands in front of his face, waiting and observing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 19:13:04</strong>
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				If they hadn't known better one might have thought Makari was stalking the good doctor. Seeing as he had left the crew lounge only moments behind her, and stepped into the observation lounge (how many lounges does one small ship have anyway, was the idle thought that drifted through his mind) moments after her as well. Of course in hindsight Makari knew that no one DID know him better, what with the entire crew being new and this being their first meeting. So maybe he would come across as a stalker. There were worse things to be seen as, a Ferengi belly dancer for example. <br><br>With that thought in mind he glanced at his stomach, no it was still covered in uniform and not at all Ferengi. He was safe. So he slipped into the room and found his seat. He nodded at the few people he knew, which was a rather short list and waited as introductions were made. This was definitely the getting to know you phase of the meeting. So at least he wasn't late, a good sign for the first meeting.<br><br>"Lieutenant Commander Makari Osiel, Chief of Operations, pleasure to meet you all, I hope I am not unfashionably late to this meeting?" Makari said in a far less formal tone than he could have. But formalities were best saved for state dinners and drawn out meetings with ambassadors. Or for angry captains. And by the look of things their captain was anything but angry. A young looking man, whose looks belied his true age, and most likely font of wisdom, he seemed more friendly than hard nosed captain. Which was definitely a good thing. Though time would tell how true that assumption was. For now Makari just sat back in his seat and waited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 23:01:34</strong>
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				Airik looked around the senior staff assembled in the Observation Lounge. It was probably one of the more diverse groups in Starfleet. Infinite diversity in infinite combinations? Airik smiled. He looked to his Second Officer, Lieutenant Commander Makari Osiel. "Well said Commander and you're not unfashionably late at all. There are a few moments left."<br><br>The Commanding Officer tapped the console in front of him and a hologram of the Nova appeared in the middle of the table.<br><br>"I'm sure it's no surprise to you and you've looked at the ship on a number of occasions before stepping onto her decks.” The ship slowly twisted and turned showing each person all sides of the ship.<br><br>“What you may not know is the experimental nature of many of the systems on the ship.” Captain Mitchell paused for a moment for the statement to be fully understood. “Each of you will have just received a communiqué from Starfleet Command. The communiqué outlines several classified modifications to the ship that you may not have seen before.” <br><br>Airik looked to his right. “Lieutenant McGalleon, could you give us an overview of some of the more salient modifications?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 00:05:41</strong>
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				The transporter hummed and buzzed for a moment longer and finally released it's occupant.&nbsp; The padd in her hand beeped almost as she stepped off the platform. Looking down she found that she'd had a message waiting for her arrival....informing her that there was a senior staff meeting in the Observation Lounge.....now.&nbsp; Alyssa huffed out some air, nodded at the Transporter Operator and fairly ran from the room.&nbsp; The Observation Lounge wasn't terribly far away and she was able to cover the distance fairly quickly, even carrying her duffel bag. <br><br>Pausing outside, she dropped her bag on the floor and gathered herself.&nbsp; She tugged downward on her tunic and stepped up to the door, causing it to swish open.&nbsp; Hardly an auspicious start to things....but it is was it is.&nbsp; Northrop stepped inside and came to attention, "Captain Mitchell....I apologize for my late arrival to the meeting.&nbsp; I only just arrived aboard ship.&nbsp; Please pardon the interruption."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 00:51:02</strong>
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				Airik nodded slightly at the Chief of Intelligence. He motioned for her to sit in a chair. "I think we're all trying to find our feet around here."<br><br>He looked back to the Chief Engineer. "Lieutenant?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 02:06:57</strong>
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				Alyssa nodded, "Thank you, Captain."<br><br>Now that she wasn't in hot water, she moved towards the seat the boss has indicated and sat down.&nbsp; In the middle of the table floated a small hologram of the ship...which was a Rhodes Variant of the Nova class.&nbsp; Just as she'd come in, the Captain had been saying something about some special modifications to the ship. Alyssa tapped at her padd and pulled up several messages that had to been sent to her new posting.&nbsp; A briefing on these new modifications.....along with the latest dispatch from Starfleet Intelligence. She glanced through the report and didn't seen anything that she hadn't already known about.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 02:21:21</strong>
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				Lieutenant Lugus had taken note of the fact that there was a message about a Senior Staff meeting.&nbsp; He was about to turn from his station when he received a communiqué from Starfleet Command. The communiqué outlined several classified modifications to the ship that he was familiar with to a degree but had not known they had been put into action.&nbsp; One eye brow lifted whispering Fascinating before turning to head to the observation lounge.<br><br>Walking in on time to hear the captain say, "I think we're all trying to find our feet around here.&nbsp; Lieutenant?"&nbsp; While at the same time having to dodge to the side as there was a woman standing just inside of the entrance.&nbsp; However since the captain was looking towards another individual the Chief Science Officer sat down in the first open seat&nbsp; he could find sitting at attention as he looked about those who were gathered in the lounge his eyes finally settling on the a small hologram of the USS McNair. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 07:45:32</strong>
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				"Right, thank you, Captain."<br><br>It was harder to speak in assembly than any other time for Dun, though it was self imposed.&nbsp; He always tried his best to speak without an accent.&nbsp; Yet, his excitement always induced a fit of Gaelic that only true islanders could understand.&nbsp; There were angles and designs aboard the McNair that were hard enough to understand with out a language barrier on top of it all.<br><br>Dun quickly stepped away from Captain Mitchel and found the wall computer and punched and tapped away.&nbsp; From the center of the table came a holographic display of a standard Nova class retrofit based on schematics of the Rhodes Island and the McNair beside it, both revolving slowly.&nbsp; With a wave of a little pencil like object, most of both schematics disappeared leaving what resembled objects floating in an invisible Tholian Phase Spider's web.<br><br>"This schematic represents the systems that are still identical between our McNair and the standard Nova Class.&nbsp; As you can see, most of everything has changed."&nbsp; <br><br>Dun let this sink in as he admired the holograms, there really wasn't much more in the multiverse that excited him as was evident by the slowly building grin upon his face.&nbsp; <br><br>"These additions in light blue indicate changes that have only been made due to an increase in power available, thus increasing the efficiency of the systems involved."<br><br>Half of the McNair reappeared with recognizable tracings of power conduit much larger than normal leading to familiar areas of the ship some of which simply used the extra power coming in, Replication, Transporting, half of the Science Labs along with Services across the ship.<br><br>"This darker blue represents the integrity field.&nbsp; Considering the stress we plan on putting upon the ship, we installed a variant of the Defiant's modified for size.&nbsp; A singularity is about the only thing that could cause catastrophic hull collapse.&nbsp; Adding to the field emitters we have the the purple indicating the multi phasic shielding grid backed up by the Gatekeeper Array."<br><br>Dun paused for a moment and looked about him.&nbsp; There was a small measure of empathy upon his features as he considered that some of the personnel might consider what he had detailed thus far and were on the border of panic.&nbsp; <em>Why would a science vessel need such heavy defenses...</em>&nbsp; Dun had thought the same thing before they had finally installed the last great piece of the puzzle, the Gatekeeper Array itself was the driving technological achievement of the millennium.&nbsp; With the knowledge of their mission, the crew would understand.<br><br>"Lt Tir, if you have not already discovered," a wave of the 'pencil' revealed the sickbay in white with a much larger than standard auxiliary space surrounding it, "that there is more available to you than meets your eye on initial investigation.&nbsp; There was not any room for isolation chambers, but we have been able to provide multi phasic isolation which was much more space efficient.&nbsp; This isolation can also be extended around the entire medical facility.&nbsp; And, as with all Novas, you have EMH 3.0 at your disposable should you have need."<br><br>Dun realized everyone was trying to keep up with him and he could tell a few gazes were glazed over.&nbsp; He tried to communicate in brief at this point that everything aboard the ship was tied into the larger than normal array called the Gatekeeper from sensors to teleporters, the Mcnair could operate on any plane or phase or temporal flux in the known multiverse.<br><br>"Lt Lugus, I presume," Dun nodded in the Vulcan's direction, "it is with great pleasure that I will make you first aware of the situation room of your very own and very exclusive Science Department.&nbsp; The situational room can be virtually made up for any application that we have yet to think of.&nbsp; Period.&nbsp; Also, the first of its kind, is the verse creation room where we can create, with the appropriate id, a pocket universe of any temporal or quantum anomaly already in existence so as to transport or communicate or work with species from other timelines or other realities."<br><br>Dun gathered in his breath and let it out noisily.&nbsp; Here it was.&nbsp; The reason for this mission and this ship and its crew.<br><br>"And the Gatekeeper gets us there.&nbsp; Thats right, with the array we can open any spatial distortion in any temporal or phasic reality, as I understand it, allowing the McNair to travel said anomaly.&nbsp; Lt Lugus here will have to give you the specifics of exactly how that works, I simply power it.&nbsp; The rest, as you would say it, is all nuts and bolts, and I wont bore you with that discussion!"<br><br>Dun laughed and sat down, "Over to you, Captain, if there isnt any questions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 15:29:19</strong>
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				Cate was entranced ... with the hologram ... with every word about the modifications made to the <em>McNair</em>.&nbsp; It was incredible, and far better than she'd even realized or been privied to.&nbsp; Experimental and state of the art didn't even begin to describe it.&nbsp; Her wide eyes nearly glittered as she studied the hologram, leaning into the table as close as she could get and perching on the edge of her seat, completely oblivious to how it may appear to those far more used to these types of briefings.&nbsp; <br><br>Inside her chest her heart began pumping a bit faster just thinking about sliding into that helm seat.&nbsp; The adrenaline rush from imagining it alone was intoxicating, let alone when it actually came time.&nbsp; A shiver took hold of her body and she resisted the urge to bounce around in her chair like a child asking repeatedly 'How long till I get to fly it?!&nbsp; Howlonghowlonghowlong?!'&nbsp; Gripping the edge of the table and quietly clearing her throat she composed herself, at least a bit, straightening up once more and reminding herself of her age.<br><br>Ensign Cassidy was by no means an engineer but she did understand the majority of what Lieutenant McGalleon had explained with restrained glee.&nbsp; Understanding and translating it in your mind to exactly what it meant in practical application were two different things.&nbsp; Cate would only fully grasp it once she was flying and utilizing the ship to its full capacity.&nbsp; In her opinion that was a far better way to learn anyway, and certainly more fun.&nbsp; Specifics of how and why she didn't know, but she did know power when she heard it.&nbsp; Power, speed ... plenty of brand new shiny buttons, switches, and toggles to play with!&nbsp; <br><br>Panic or nervousness didn't even enter into her consciousness, the excitement she felt was far too palpable.&nbsp; Heavy defenses, sure, she got it, but all that meant was they were prepared for whatever beating was dished out, right?&nbsp; Of course right!&nbsp; If Cate could have thought out in detail her dream ship the modifications would most likely have not even come close.&nbsp; Then again, that's why she was a pilot, she wanted to wield the power, far more than fix, configure, create, and keep it running.&nbsp; That was what the good ole Chief of Engineering was for, and bless him he had to have been a bloody genius! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 16:45:12</strong>
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				When there was an appropriate pause in Dun's description of the ship's technology, Alexi leant forward and got the man's attention.<br><br>"Just a quick query - I assume that the EMH 3.0 has a full set of psychology and counselling routines that incorporate current understandings of the psychological profiles of Federation races?&nbsp; Also, I hope that holoemitters are set up in my office and counselling suites?" he said, hopeful that he would be able to have some engrossing, if occasionally over detailed, conversations during his downtime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 17:22:07</strong>
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				"I would not know exactly what made the folks back on Earth decide they needed a third reincarnation of the good ole doctor, Lt Rei.&nbsp; There is one thing that really makes this ship very unique and that is its ability to produce phasic variations within energy streams.&nbsp; Having said this, we can project the EMH all over the ship and use it where needed.&nbsp; Great question, anyone else?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 17:39:53</strong>
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				He was not nearly as enthralled about the whole presentation as many of the others.&nbsp; From what he gathered, the main difference between the McNair and other Nova's was the fact that it could output more power.&nbsp; If it did not have that singular feature, none of the other connecting systems that had been upgraded would be any different.&nbsp; Tosh mentally stored the information away for later, and while he was listening to the presentation, he let his eyes wander to the other inhabitants of the room.&nbsp; His hands were threaded together just in front of his mouth while his gaze lingered on each one of them for a moment.&nbsp; They settled on the counselor though when the man looked over his way, he immediately averted his gaze elsewhere.<br><br>The thought of holograms being projected mused over in his mind as he thought it might be a rather entertaining feature to have holographic soldiers on board.&nbsp; After all, if the medical holograms can interact with patients in sick bay, he didn't see why holograms could be used to boost man power in a defensive effort.&nbsp; Of course, that would mean an intruder would actually have to get on board.&nbsp; He quickly dismissed the notion as it would detract from his own duties.&nbsp; Tosh would much rather hunt the bastard down himself and drag him to the brig by his neck.<br><br>When prompted for other questions, he let his dark eyes turn to the chief engineer.<br><br>"Yeah...so with all this extra power, what can we expect from the weapon systems?&nbsp; Exactly what <em>do</em> we have on the McNair should we run into hostiles?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:53:14</strong>
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				"We are equipped with the standard positioning of beam weapons as the regular Nova Class," Dun highlighted the two 270 degree saucer mounted phaser arrays plus seven other strategically placed banks.&nbsp; "Nothing new in this regard with exception to the single arc on the underside of the saucer section.&nbsp; We have been able to install the newest in phaser technology that works off the same energy characteristic as the quantum torpedo in that the energy beam is highly energized quantumly and is able to disperse across all in phase and some out of phase matter or energy countering defensive technologies much more quickly than any weapon we have yet fielded.&nbsp; We also have a pair of Quantum Torpedo tubes, one fore and one aft along with a standard launch system for drones and probes.&nbsp; It may seem a bit much, but I argued for it considering we will have no clue what we might meet on the other end of the anomalies we are seeking out and traversing...&nbsp; What other questions are there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 02:05:20</strong>
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				The Gatekeeper system was news to Alyssa.&nbsp; That hadn't been part of her briefing.&nbsp; Apparently there were things about this mission she was meant to find out with the rest of the crew.&nbsp; The annoyed her quite a bit.&nbsp; Given the nature of what was apparently to be their mission, she wondered if they would be carrying some of Star Fleet's more powerful offenses and defenses.&nbsp; <br><br>Getting the Engineer's attention, "Lieutenant, Captain....Are we carrying Transphasic Torpedoes?&nbsp; Has the McNair had external Ablative Generators installed?"<br><br>A lot of people didn't know about these technologies....but, in a move that had confused her at the time but now made sense, Alyssa had been authorized to both know about and discuss these items with the senior staff of the ship.&nbsp; She was fairly certain that Captain Mitchell would have already known about both the torpedoes and the armor.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 02:33:46</strong>
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				Airik cleared his voice. He had to admit that engineering was not his strong suit, however he studied the Nova extensively. An ablative generator was designed to protect starships by generating a nearly impenetrable hull armor, which was deployed from the externally mounted generators, that when deployed expanded across the ship's hull. Though phasers could not be utilized while ablative armor was deployed, apertures at torpedo launchers allow for the use of torpedoes.<br><br>"We have the capabilities to install an ablative hull, but at this time it is not functional." The Commanding Officer understood the importance of the protection, particularly in any unknown hostile encounter.&nbsp; Sometimes it just wasn't possible.<br><br>Transphasic torpedoes were a different story. The power of the weapon was not to be understated. One torpedo could easily destroy an entire borg cube. "This ship is currently not armed with transphasic torpedoes." There was no doubt that both the ablative hull and transphasic torpedoes weren't an "if" but rather a "when." Airik fought hard to maintain the scientific nature of the vessel. Weapons such as those would only work to alter the perceptions of the ship.<br><br>Source: Memory Alpha
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 03:06:51</strong>
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				"Captain.....given where we intend to go and what could be waiting on the other side, I would strongly urge that we take the opportunity to deploy both systems."&nbsp; Part of Intelligence gathering was situation analysis....something that Alyssa had spent a great deal of time doing in her life.&nbsp; One didn't succeed in her previous career as she had without having a good mind for threat assessment. "Captain...we need to keep in mind that our limited experience with cross-dimensional travel hasn't been all that friendly.&nbsp; Two cases in point....really our only experiences with exploration of this type....are the dimensions known as Fluidic Space, which is home to Species 8472, and the dimension known to the crew of Deep Space Nine and the original USS Enterprise as the Mirror Universe.&nbsp; The denizens of which have both proven themselves hostile.&nbsp; We need to be prepared for anything, Sir....and that means we bring all of our tools to the table."<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 09:34:14</strong>
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				"Lt Northrop, we are not a vessel built for war, nor are we equipped as one.&nbsp; As the Captain has stated, we could equip these systems easily, we have the power, yet, we need the power we have to be able to analyze space around us and find the shortcuts between points A and B.&nbsp; The capabilities you recommended are offensive and speak of tactical superiority, neither of which we need with our shielding abilities.&nbsp; These alone will protect us from the species that you have mentioned."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 16:44:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Makari was getting a headache. One of those deep set headaches that threatened to rip through your mind and jump out of your temples in a bloody mess. The kind that was supposed to be associated with drinking too much Andorian brandy and Klingon blood wine at the same time. And he hadn't done that since his senior year at the academy when his roommate bet him he couldn't handle his alcohol. It had been a chore sneaking the real stuff in and making everyone think it was plain old synthahol, but it had been worth it. Until the headache the next day.<br><br>And there he was with the beginnings of one again. Except without the exciting effects of room spinning intoxication and giddy drunkenness to go along with it. Which made it entirely unfair. If he was going to feel a headache at a staff meeting the least he could do was have a few stiff drinks first. <br><br>He listened as everyone talked about systems and power grids and what they most wanted to see in the ship. They already had a fully functional kitchen squeezed into the lounge. And now it was weapons and upgrades, and bears, oh my.&nbsp; <br><br>"Has anyone thought about how much could go wrong if our ship is all advanced systems still in the testing phase? We will be on our own, far off in unfamiliar space, one system goes down, we adapt, ten advanced systems crash and we can't fix them and suddenly we are on the wrong side of a really bad rock and a hard place," Makari offered up once there was a lull in conversation where he could slip some thoughts in. "And theres the whole power grid and everything, from an ops stand point I don't know how many endless systems we can ever filter at once, which again could leave us in the middle of nowhere drifting like a Pakled cruiser," 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:59:44</strong>
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				The Chief science officer nodded his head in acknowledgment that Lt. McGalleon was correct in the science officers identity.&nbsp; Lugus was quite impressed as he listened to Duncan speak about the situation room that would be assigned specifically for himself along with the very exclusive Science Department.&nbsp; Lugus also found the fact that the Gatekeeper had been installed on the USS McNair very fascinating indeed.&nbsp; To say the very least the Gatekeeper had been a project of such vast proportions, there had been many within the scientific community who had held little hope of ever seeing any satisfying results. <br><br>"If I may, I believe Lt. Commander Osiel is quite correct in his thinking.&nbsp; Our purpose would be far better served in familiarizing ourselves with the Gatekeeper system before we begin to worry about other systems that could quite possibly defeat the purpose of the Gatekeeper itself.&nbsp; As Lt. McGalleon has pointed out the shielding that would be necessary for the Gatekeeper to operate properly would be quite sufficient in protecting us from the use of every known weapon that could be brought to use against us.&nbsp; If not the McNair will certainly have the speed and maneuverability needed to escape anything we are not able to find a way to defend ourselves against."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 23:35:46</strong>
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				Karn woke a few hours later and cursed, reflexively in Klingon, as he looked at his krono. It was almost time for the senior meeting to start.<br>Jumping off the bed he ran over to the mirror and made sure that his hair was appropriately groomed, then ran out the door. He stopped ten feet away from his door and ran back to place the level 1 security barrier on the door. Then he made his way to the Observation Lounge, cursing mentally all the way.<br><br>When he arrived, it was clear he wasn't late by any means because of the amount of conversations going on. He heard something about the ship's armament and quickly entered, taking an empty seat and nodding to everyone that met his eyes.<br><br>"I'm sorry for my tardiness Captain, I'm afraid I over slept. Have I missed anything interesting?" Karn said once it was apparent that the Captain had a moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 02:16:20</strong>
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				Airik Mitchell looked at the Klingon and a small smile cracked across his lips. Thank you for joining us, Lieutenant." He motioned to a seat. "We were discussing the experimental armament that is at our disposal. The senior officers were providing their feedback on the pros and cons."<br><br>The Captain was frankly more than pleased with the discussion. It would be rather difficult for a senior staff to have siloed thinking. That is, if everyone always agreed it could cause them to fall into too many fallacies and traps. Diversity was most appreciated, especially on a vessel dedicated to exploration and science. The Ba'ku Commanding Officer looked to the Chief of Intelligence. "I understand your position Lieutenant and can appreciate it. The Federation has only recently emerged from a long and difficult war, not too mention the recent unrest in the Romulan Empire. We should be cautious and ready to face whatever comes before us - both friendly and hostile."<br><br>He set his hands on the table. "However, the McNair is a hearkening back to the purpose of the Federation. To explore, to learn, to experience." Airik smiled wider. It was the same argument he made to the Fleet Admiral. "The face of the Federation should not be the mighty weapons of Starfleet, but the science and zeal for learning." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:47:50</strong>
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				Given the way the discussion had gone to this point....she knew it was pointless to offer anymore input on the subject.&nbsp; &nbsp;But she knew there were things out there that could and would pound the snot out out a ship the size of the McNair, Multiphasic shields or not.&nbsp; Species 8472 was able to tear apart Borg Cubes without breaking a sweat.&nbsp; How much resistance could they put up?&nbsp; An Alliance Battlecruiser from the Mirror Universe made even the biggest Klingon cruisers look absolutely pitiful.&nbsp; It was an I Told You So that she did not want.&nbsp; So Northrop offered one more thought.<br><br>But she was going to put her thoughts on the record.&nbsp; The Archeologist-turned-Intelligence-Officer kept her tone even as she spoke, "Captain....I understand your position....but I would offer that having the big stick and using the big stick are two totally different things.&nbsp; One of my field archeology professors in school once told me that when planning for a dig, it was better to have something available and not need it than it was to need something and not have it."<br><br>Alyssa paused a moment, "That is only my opinion, Sir....the decision is, of course, yours alone to make.&nbsp; But I felt that I should at least put my thoughts out there for consideration."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 04:27:45</strong>
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				Karn didn't pretend to understand half of the information Lt. McGalleon had talked about but, when it came to discussing armament and defenses he absorbed every word. Battle he knew like the back of his hand. He listened patiently as each person made his or her comment, trying to follow each ones logic and way of thinking. <br><br>"Captain with respect, I agree with Northrop. It has always been the history of various races in the universe, that those that went unprepared found themselves in situations where they either barely came out alive, or were destroyed as a result. I'd rather have the transdimensional torpedoes and not need them, than not have them and have our lives hang on a thread because of it. Just because this is a Science vessel, doesn't mean that other species will see us as one" Karn said once another lull in the conversation came up, trying for all he was worth to try and sound reasonable, instead of annoyed. Which he'd been told more than once, that he sounded annoyed most of the time.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 02:49:36</strong>
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				Airik Mitchell listened carefully. It's not like the arguments were unknown to him. They were the same ones that Starfleet carefully laid out. He didn't begrudge anyone their opinions and welcomed the dissenting thoughts. "I appreciate your concerns and they are both noted." He paused for a moment and then continued. "The Federation values universal liberty, equality, justice, peace, and cooperation. These are not attained through force or perceived strength, but rather honesty, integrity and genuineness. Walking into a sensitive situation with a phaser rifle doesn't set a good tone, regardless of whether or not it is used." <br><br>Airik looked at each of his senior officers. "Don't interpret my words to mean we will run from a battle, leave the innocent defenseless against enemies, or back down from a hostile. I also would not be opposed to further discussions or proposals regarding our defensive and offensive systems. For now, we're equipped with some of the most advanced technology and I have little fear of our capabilities."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 23:04:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Makari was glad to see everyone seemed so into the discussion of the ship. He had a feeling most hadn't realized that any changes would take time though, and that Starfleet was unlikely to go and delay their missions so they could keep adding more and more to a ship already beyond its actual specifications. Still, it meant everyone was thinking, and trying to do their best. That was what a stellar crew was supposed to do right? Of course it was. <br><br>"Maybe we should take this for what it is, a new ship on it's shakedown cruise during a relatively stable moment in the Federation's history... the Romulan's are even sitting at the negotiating table with us for the first time since... well since a long time..." Makari spoke up as the conversation continued along the lines of what modifications the ship needed, and which it didn't. The captain had the final say of course. But it was good to back your views all the same. He was second officer, his opinion counted for something, he hoped anyway. "We have to see how the ship works before we weigh her down with too many new things. And I think running off ready for war is like taking a plasma grenade into a dark room. Yeah it will give you light, and protect you, but when it blows up, your gone too," Makari suggested, waving his hands outward in a mock explosion gesture. <br><br>That having been said, and demonstrated, Makari leaned back in his chair, a relaxed gesture for a formal meeting but then he liked relaxed more than formal, and waited to see what they would be told next. He had a feeling they would be finding out about a mission soon, no more debating modifications, some actual shake down cruise work to prove the ship was built right, could handle it's job. It would mean work, hard work, not exactly fun, but it would also prove that the changes the ship had were right, more than any discussions could for sure. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 18:13:58</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell nodded and a smile cracked across his face. "Here, here. I like your suggestion." He breathed in the air. "Can't you all smell that 'new ship' smell?" He chuckled. "Let's see what she can do and if we need to make modifications we can make them." Airik leaned back. "How about we take a little time to meet each other." He looked around the table.<br><br>"I think...perhaps hope...most of you know me. I am Ba'ku and my background is in the social and psychological sciences. You may be aware my people&nbsp; were a technologically advanced humanoid civilization." Airik's face turned to a solemnity. "In the early 21st century, we developed the means of building weapons of mass destruction and was on the brink of self-annihilation. A small, enlightened group of the Ba'ku people escaped this horror and found an isolated planet in Sector 441, commonly referred to as the Briar Patch." He shrugged, shaking off the painful history of his people. "I left my home world shortly after the negotiations with the Son'a, but began my studies with the Enterprise."<br><br>With a renewed smile on his face, he then looked to his left. "Doctor Tir. Perhaps you'd start out with introductions?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 20:42:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Thank you, Captain," Sahara said with a polite smile as she stood from her seat to the Captain's left.&nbsp; As she had been sitting there, she had made a point to stay quiet and take in her surroundings.&nbsp; The rise and fall of emotions in the room during the prior conversation had been more than obvious to her, but being that it was nothing more than friendly debate, she took it all in stride.<br><br>"My name is Doctor Sahara Tir," she said.&nbsp; My background is that of a Betazed," she said, looking around the table at those that were in the room.&nbsp; "I graduated from Starfleet Academy with a focus in xenophysiology at the top of my class about almost two years ago,"&nbsp; She paused before continuing.&nbsp; "This mission is my second in the past year, literally just having been relieved from my duties on board the USS McKinney, before heading straight here.&nbsp; I look forward to getting to know all of you in the coming months on board the McNair, and I'm greatly happy to be on board such a magnificent ship," she said with a smile.<br><br>There.&nbsp; That hadn't been so bad, she thought to herself as she finished her introduction.&nbsp; She didn't like talking about herself, and she was glad that she had gotten it done and over with.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 21:13:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik smiled warmly and nodded. "Welcome to the McNair, Doctor. I was happily surprised we were given a CMO with the experience you have." The Commanding Officer then looked to the next senior staff member.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 22:02:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The seemingly young Ba'ku gazed then to the Security Chief who now sat rather dormant in the chair.&nbsp; A few seconds of awkward silence passed before he realized it was his turn to give an introduction.&nbsp; Slowly, he cleared his throat and stood at the table.&nbsp; His finger tips were resting against the table as if he might suddenly use the position to leap over it, but in reality, he was consciously trying to be a little less closed off about the whole situation.&nbsp; After all, he was going to be sharing the small ship with about 80 other individuals, and the people he would be seeing most were in that very room.<br><br>"Umm...my name is Lieutenant Vergil Tosh.&nbsp; I am Angosian though I've never been to my home world.&nbsp; My parents left our planet before I was born.&nbsp; I am, as they are, a descendant of the genetically enhanced group of Angosians that were created long ago.&nbsp; I spent much of my career aboard the USS Olympus as a security officer before being transferred here as the Security Chief.&nbsp; As far as my training background, I am a master of many combat techniques.&nbsp; I am skilled at using various weapons, both melee and ranged including standard phasers, phaser rifles, and neutron blasters, and just to add to our discussion of offensive and defensive ship systems, I think it prudent to become familiar with at least standard phasers if you are not already."&nbsp; He said, directing that last statement to everyone in the room.<br><br>"My job is to keep everyone safe within the walls of this ship and keep away teams protected while outside of it.&nbsp; It makes my job easier if you can defend yourself.&nbsp; There are over 80 crew members on this ship.&nbsp; I cannot be everywhere at once."&nbsp; Tosh said before straightening his uniform and sitting down.&nbsp; The last bit was a bit cold, but he didn't care.&nbsp; It was better to get his point across anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 00:11:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Karn waited for the introductions begin, though he internally rolled his eyes. On a Klingon ship things weren't so rigidly formal. If they weren't in a battle situation, everyone was free to speak their mind, as long as respect was dealt out where it should be. Disrespect was dealt with quickly, publicly and often physically. There was none of the shouting or crying these Federation people did. Often a backhanded smack across the face was all that was needed to put people in their rightful place. Traitorous actions were dealt according to the Captain's wishes, which meant that he could be executed right then and there, or he could be publicly shamed. His name and identity removed, and ignored by the general populace, including family, until the traitor acted in a way to cover his crime and regain his honor, or he could kill himself, regaining a small portion of his honor that way. <br><br>He listened as the Doctor introduced herself as Sahara Tir and explained a little of her schooling and career, then the Chief of Security stood and introduced himself. His name was Vergil Tosh, the Klingon memorized the name and filed it away, listening to his career's history and achievements. Karn had to admit to himself that it sounded like a list of impressive achievements but, like all Klingon's he preferred to know for sure through sparring. Once the Lieutenant had finished Karn stood and placed his hands behind his back. <br><br>"I am your Chief Tactical Officer. My name is Karn Ju'lan D'grulok, and as you may already know I am a Klingon. I come from the Par'Chak Clan and a long line of Warriors" (OOC:Par-Chalk) Karn said with pride in his voice before taking a minute to let the information sink in. "From infancy I was taught in the ways of battle, studying the anatomy of various races and learning their weak points, such as the location of arteries. I also studied in the arts of unarmed combat, melee combat and ranged combat. I am among the best warriors of my people. I've been serving aboard ships since I was twelve, serving first as a trainee and then working my way up to a Security Officer and Raider for what you call a War Bird" he said paraphrasing his life as the others had done and then taking a moment to let the information sink in.<br><br>"It is only recently that I have turned my attention to your Star Fleet in your Exchange program. I studied in your academy for ten years, trying to learn <em>your</em> ways. I've been on active duty for 5 years on board the USS-Merrimont. This is my first posting as Chief Tactical Officer, and I assure you I <em>know</em> how to use a phaser" he said with a grin, looking directly at Lt. Tosh as he said the last bit, a sharp toothed grin slowly growing on his face. <br><br>He was intending to put a little humor in that comment but, it came out as almost threatening. <br><br>Humor was clearly not one of his strong suits.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 02:55:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Talking about the ship was one thing he could do all day long and he had already done more than his fair share of gabbing today.&nbsp; This would be short and sweet.&nbsp; Duncan stood and hastily grinned before his face became strained and he gripped his chair back with white.<br><br>"As ya may have gathered, I am yer Chief Engineer, if anything is broke, just'n leave a message..."&nbsp; He looked around the room and tried to will laughter, but it just wasn't his thing to be social.<br><br>"Right.&nbsp; Someone somewhere thought I had a thing for power production and a teacher or two at de Academy recommended me fur the DaVinci's shakedown.&nbsp; It was'n there I learned about Super Dense Dilithium.&nbsp; The unpredictability an constant tweak'ns to keep de plasma mix justa right was just too much fun for me and I stayed on till she refitted four years ago.&nbsp; Then Starfleet asked me to oversee the McNair's construction as'n overhaul of the Nova class.&nbsp; Theys a liked me work on the DaVinci and figured I could mate de now doubled power of the Mcnair with de Gatekeeper.&nbsp; The very precise power requirements and de sometimes dodgy output of the new intermix chamber requires a very close management."&nbsp; <br><br>Dun sighed and looked down at his hands before pulling his chair out and positioning himself to plop back down.&nbsp; "They want me to protect their investment into this tech...&nbsp; I will do me's best, I guarantees that, ya has my word, Capt'n."<br><br>He nodded back to the head of the table and sat with a loud letting out of breath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 03:18:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the good doctor was beginning to introduce her self, Lt. Lugus was still puzzling over the relevance of one of the statements made by Captain Mitchell.&nbsp; 'Can't you all smell that 'new ship' smell?'&nbsp; Yes it was a new ship but it had the same air filtration system as any other ship fleet would have.&nbsp; Therefore it would neither smell better nor worse than any other vessel.&nbsp; <br><br>The Science officer continued to listen to the introductions.&nbsp; Even if they did not reveal any more or less than what was already presented in the material given in the ships manifest which a copy of had been sent to his data pad prior to arrival on the USS McNair.&nbsp; But it was a tradition of most ship Captains to go through the motions of this arcane tradition dating back thousands of years.<br><br>When it came his turn the Chief Science officer stood to play his small part in this strange and unnecessary ritual.&nbsp; Standing at attention with his hands clasped behind his back, "Greetings Captain.&nbsp; I am Chief Science Officer Lieutenant Lugus.&nbsp; As I am sure you have seen in my file I have been a member of StarFleet for 40 years.&nbsp; 5 years in the academy, 35 years upon 7 different star ships serving as Chief Science Officer."&nbsp; Having given what he felt were the relevant details the Vulcan took his seat again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 05:23:15</strong>
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				Alyssa listened to the Science Officer give his introduction and then figured it was her turn.&nbsp; Thus far none of them had surprised her in their backgrounds. They were all very typical Starfleet Officers....other than Karn, of course, though he was certain typical of a Klingon in her estimation.&nbsp; She smirked slightly, wondering how they would all react to her background.<br><br>"My name is Doctor Alyssa Northrop.&nbsp; I'll be serving as your Chief Intelligence Officer aboard ship.&nbsp; Like the rest of you, I attended Starfleet Academy....however, unlike the rest of you, except for Mr. Karn, it was actually my last stop. I hold a total of six degrees.&nbsp; I have three Bachelor's degrees....one in Archeology from Harvard, the second in Classical Languages &amp; Literature from Oxford and the third in Ancient History and Classical Archaeology, also from Oxford. I did my post graduate work at Yale, earning a Masters in Archeology and doing my Ph.D work in Xenoarcheology.&nbsp; I also have a minor degree in Linguistics and Xenolinguistics from Harvard.&nbsp; I spent enough time in the field to earn dual reputations...depending on whom you ask.&nbsp; In most parts of the Federation I was a respected Archeologist.&nbsp; In others I was labeled a Tomb Raider and Thief.&nbsp; The combination of skills required to earn both of those reputations got the attention of Starfleet Intelligence and is in part why I am here today.&nbsp; Starfleet Academy was my final stop, though my stay there was a bit different than most cadets'.&nbsp; Since earning my commission, I've served on two other ships....the Achillies and the Falco."<br><br>Northrop smiled for a moment, "Oh....and like Mr. Karn....I can fire a phaser and defend myself in multiple forms of armed and unarmed hand to hand combat. In my previous line of work, I never knew who might want to take a shot at killing me.&nbsp; I even have my own phasers."<br><br>She hoped all that wasn't over the top....but it was the truth and she wanted the rest of them to know that she wasn't your every day spook.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 07:57:58</strong>
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				Makari waited as everyone jumped at the chance to introduce themselves to one another. For some it seemed a simple matter of saying their name and species, tossing out a few facts and letting the conversation move on to the next introduction. Others spoke as if applying for a job they were sure they would get if only they recited everything about them short of the color of their blood. And others still seemed more akin to a Ferengi trying to sell you a black hole in the Delta Quadrant on some late night infomercial. Makari just took it all in, listened to each person as they spoke. When there was a lull in the introductions he sat forward in his chair once more and smiled at everyone. <br><br>"My turn then, so here goes," He said lightly and then cleared his throat and tried to sound more formal. "I'm Makari Osiel, chief of operations on the ship and your second officer, so you can come to me with all your ops and second officer type needs, and I will file them away so the Captain can review them in a year or two... yes, I believe in slow bureaucracy and inefficient chain of command... I'm Risian in case anyone was curious, spent most my life on my home planet, then joined Starfleet, had some adventures which are... well need to know I guess... and now I am here," Makari explained, keeping things short and as to the point as he could.<br><br>"Oh, and the bureaucracy thing was a joke, bring me your problems and I'll do what I can. Though I swear if I get buried under complaints that ninety advanced systems are draining the power from the sonic showers..." He trailed off the thought and leaned back in his chair again, still smiling and waiting to hear from whoever was next. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 01:01:50</strong>
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				It was after Chief of Operations Osiel finished his introduction that the First Officer entered the Observation Lounge for the Senior Staff meeting.&nbsp; He was late, that much he knew very well, but he also knew that his explanation for tardiness would be understood by the officers present in the room.&nbsp; Heads no doubt turned as he walked in, heading towards his chair sitting at Airik's right hand.&nbsp; "Captain, forgive my lateness, but I just got off the channel with Starfleet Command, which was transmitting the orders for the <em>McNair's</em> first mission."<br><br>MacReady went on to explain further.&nbsp; "These come straight from Admiral Janeway herself, sir," he told the Captain, handing him the PADD with the recording of the Admiral's orders.&nbsp; He decided to leave out the part where they talked to him because the Captain couldn't be reached because of this meeting.&nbsp; "And it's a little bit of a headscratcher, I must say."&nbsp; Patrolling the Romulan Neutral Zone was something that he expected ten, fifteen years ago, not now.<br><br>That task done, MacReady turned to the rest of the occupants of the Observation Lounge.&nbsp; "I know that some of you already know who I am, but since I see unfamiliar faces in here, here's my introduction.&nbsp; I'm Commander Samuel MacReady, First Officer.&nbsp; If the Captain's busy or overworked, or both, feel free to come to me to talk about ship issues."&nbsp; Sam indicated the Risian at the table.&nbsp; "I also was Chief of Operations on my last ship, so if the good Lt. Commander Osiel is overworked, do come to me."&nbsp; He then sat down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 01:08:52</strong>
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				Airik listened carefully as the senior officers made their brief introductions. Assembled were quite a diverse bunch of individuals - diverse on a number of variables including race, religion, gender, philosophy, and belief system. It would be both rewarding and difficult to serve with such a crew.<br><br>"Thank you everyone." The Ba'ku looked down at the PADD before him. "I would like to invite you all to the unofficial ship send off at 1900 in Three Forward." He smiled. "Tomorrow will be the official ceremony in the shuttle bay with transfer of command." Airik picked up the PADD. "After the official ceremony will be a briefing on our first mission." Airik finished, adding, "Dismissed."<br><br>As the crew began to leave the Observation Lounge, the Captain stopped someone.<br><br>"Doctor Tir, I wonder if I could have a word with you before you leave." Airik said to the Chief Medical Officer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 21:59:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara had begun to gather her things, collecting the datapads that she had been using to make note of certain things throughout the briefing.&nbsp; She stood up, heading for the door, her mind on the stack of things that she had to organize in her office when she got back to the Sickbay.&nbsp; She was going to make a night of it, she supposed.&nbsp; She had never really been one for sleep, and she was sure that she wasn't going to miss having it right now.<br><br>A voice to her left shook her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see the Captain speaking to her.&nbsp; "Of course, Captain Mitchell," she said pausing, and stepping aside to let the rest of the crew filter through the room and out of it just as quickly.&nbsp; "What can I do for you?" she asked, looking at him.&nbsp; It seemed a bit odd that she was getting a special request to talk to the Captain.&nbsp; She didn't think that she had done anything bad with her job as yet.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 02:50:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik Mitchell set the PADD down on the table and continued to look at it. He really wanted to read the details of their first mission, but needed a moment to talk to the Chief Medical Officer. “Yes, thank you Doctor Tir. I know you are probably extremely busy getting things set for our voyage.”<br><br>“I’ve got quite a list myself to go through. You are on the top of that list right now.” The Captain added with a smile. “You’ll find a classified addendum to my crew record.” He shrugged. “For some reason when you become Captain everything becomes classified.” He chuckled. “As you know I’m Ba’ku and with that comes a whole host of wonderful attributes.” He stopped smiling. “Unfortunately I’m also forced to accept the realization that my eternal health and youth was caused by my home world and not genetics. I discovered in leaving the metaphasic radiation surrounding my planet that I have an incurable disorder. The prognosis is chronic, though not terminal. The treatment is self administration of a steroidal compound orally or subcutaneously.”<br><br>Airik paused for a moment. “As long as I have access to the steroid I’m just fine. I wanted to be sure you were aware of this situation and in the event I’m called away from the ship for an extended period of time, you have available the compound that could literally keep me alive.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 02:35:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara kept her face neutral as she listened to the Captain tell her what his issues were.&nbsp; She was surprised to hear about his medical condition, and made a mental note to keep track of it during their time on the McNair.&nbsp; This wasn't the sort of thing that she had ever thought he would have wanted to talk to her about.&nbsp; This was a very serious issue and condition, ans she was planning on doing some more research when she got back to her office on this matter.<br><br>"I will definitely make sure that there is ample supply kept in the cabinets in my office at all times," she said.&nbsp; "Once I have everything set up, I'll be sure to give you a copy of the access code where it is stored," she explained.&nbsp; "If you have any issues, or feel ill at any time, please, please do not hesitate to contact me."<br><br>"I'll also be sure to have more supplies of the drugs transported into the ship, and if that isn't possible, I'll be sure to put in an order for extra amounts to be picked up at our next docking stop," she said.&nbsp; "I'm grateful for you for telling me about this ahead of time," she explained.&nbsp; "It's nice to see that you're not one to gamble with your health," she said.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 02:51:36</strong>
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				Airik nodded with a smile. "On my home world there was no such need. We were...well...just healthy." Airik chuckled. He listened as the Chief Medical Officer explained her steps. "Thank you for the extra precautions." The Captain said. <br><br>"I'm sure I'll see you shortly at this evening's gathering." With their conversation ended, the two left the Observation Lounge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:59:07</strong>
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				The Chief Science officer walked into the observation lounge and was somewhat surprised to find that he was the first one to arrive.&nbsp; Lt.&nbsp; Lugus moved around the far side of the table to sit near the middle with his back to one of the observation windows to await the arrival of rest of the senior staff.&nbsp; <br><br>While waiting he allowed his mind to drift to the announcement of where they were headed.&nbsp; Rkar N'ra a planet which was well within the Romulan Neutral Zone.&nbsp; The Vulcan was normally not one to question Star Fleet's orders but he could not quite grasp the logic of sending a vessel such as the USS McNair into such perilous space.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 02:06:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhiannon had almost forgotten about the meeting. She had left the lounge, headed back for a quick shower and changed into her Starfleet uniform. She hated uniform. Felt like it was...just not her and she was not one to pretend to be what she was not.&nbsp; She was not some..uptight..follow the rules..ask no questions..<br><br>She stopped when she entered the lounge only to find one other person there.&nbsp; "Did I miss the meeting,"she asked him. Rhiannon smoothed the front of her uniform over. Damned thing never fit right in the chest area and that made her all the more self conscious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 02:20:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lugus looked up from his steepled fingers to see a human woman walk into the observation lounge.&nbsp; His mind went to work instantly trying to place a name with the face.&nbsp; The face he had seen only within the information that had been sent to him on his data pad about the ships crew.&nbsp; It did not take long for the information to come to him however so he was able to answer the woman's question in a timely manor.<br><br>"No you are not late we are the first to arrive.&nbsp; If memory serves you are Rhiannon McKenny the ships councilor.&nbsp; I am Lt.&nbsp; Lugus Chief science officer."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 02:43:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhiannon smiled.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you." She went to sit with her back to the windows. It was a habit she had. "Wonder where everyone is,"she purred. Looking around. Her mind rolled over all the information she had read on the senior staff. Interesting group...even a Klingon among them. She had never had any direct dealing with them so this would be a learning process for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 21:51:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara had just gotten out of a briefing with her staff in the Sickbay.&nbsp; It seemed that today was just chock full of meetings for the CMO.&nbsp; She had been wondering about what the purpose of this mission was, and had a good idea since they were headed into hostile territory.&nbsp; A small part of her was worried that things would not go well for herself and the rest of the crew, but just as those thoughts came, they left fairly quickly.<br><br>Entering the observation lounge, she listened as she doors whirred shut behind her.&nbsp; She glanced up, seeing that she was not the only early arrival there.&nbsp; However, these two people weren't in the list of faces she recalled from the meeting that the Captain had called a few days ago.<br><br>"Good morning," she said cheerfully to the two people in the room before she went and found the same seat she had sat in last time.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 23:34:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhiannon smiled at the woman who came in and watched her sit down. Sure of herself, yet Rhiannon could pick up a hint of nervousness. She went straight to one seat. Standing, Rhiannon blushed a little. "Umm is there preassigned seating? I am Lieutenant Rhiannon McKenny, ship counselor." She walked over around the large gray table and held out her right hand to the woman. She tried to match the face to a file but she was having a hard time doing so. Damned nerves, she thought.<br><br>Yeah she was always nervous in big meetings. One on one in her office suited her. Here there were too many eyes to look at her..too many faces. Rhiannon always felt like some creature behind a glass enclosure at these meetings. Gods forbid they asked her to talk..she may well pass out..then she would need. It hit her then..who the woman was.&nbsp; "You are the ship's medical officer aren't you?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 02:16:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara looked up and then stood as the woman reached out to shake her hand.&nbsp; "Yes, Lieutenant Sahara Tir, CMO," she said with a smile, shaking Rhiannon's hand firmly.&nbsp; "It's very nice to meet you," she said.&nbsp; "It's always nice to see who you're sharing workspace with you," she murmured with a kind smile on her face.<br><br>She glanced back to where she had sat down, smiling a bit fondly.&nbsp; "No, there isn't preassigned seating," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "It's just that the other day, before the ship took off, the Captain had called a meeting in here.&nbsp; This seat is where I sat.&nbsp; I figured it was as good as any, since I was able to hear and see what was needed to be known from this position," she explained, gesturing to the seat she had stood up from.<br><br>"I don't recall you being here the other day," she said, a tiny crease appearing on her forehead before she looked at the woman again.&nbsp; "Did you have trouble getting on board the ship?" she asked.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 03:49:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tosh stepped through the Observation Lounge door, data PADD in hand.&nbsp; He looked around to see three other members of the crew had already arrived.&nbsp; He had met two of them before, Lugus and Tir, but the third was new to him.&nbsp; The security chief moved further in, his hand finding the back of a chair.&nbsp; He turned it around to allow him to sit upon it before setting his data PADD on the long table.&nbsp; His eyes turned toward the new woman though he did not speak.&nbsp; She seemed to be in conversation with the CMO, so he waited to introduce himself.<br><br>Trying not to be too antisocial, however, he turned toward the science officer currently seated in the room and gave him a polite nod.&nbsp; "Lt. Lugus."&nbsp; He simply said, acknowledging his status and presence.&nbsp; It was early still, and he wanted to finish up the work he had begun on the report he had been working on prior to entering.&nbsp; It did not seem the appropriate time to delve so deep into such matters though.&nbsp; He would have to wait until after the meeting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:04:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;XO Moving to OL from...wherever he was previously&gt;<br><br>Samuel MacReady, having given the messages to any member of the Senior Staff who hadn't gotten them already - a few times he had arrived, only to be told by a crewman that the officer in question that the Chief Insert-Specialty-Here Officer had already left.&nbsp; Such as for Sickbay, and a couple of other places.&nbsp; But, everyone had been informed, and so now he was heading to the Lounge himself for the meeting.&nbsp; <br><br>After all, he'd been late to the last one, and while he had offered a reasonable - and true - explanation for it, the First Officer showing up late for Senior Staff meetings was not good.&nbsp; As the doors closed, he noted the presence of the Chief Medical Officer, Security Chief, Chief Science Officer, and some woman that he hadn't yet identified...but there was time, so he could talk to her.<br><br>For now, though, he waited with the other men in the room, as the CMO was occupied with the newcomer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:16:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhiannon bit her lip, her own nervous habit. "Yeah..not really was my fault.&nbsp; The travel from my previous assignment took longer than anticipated and wore me out. I..well.. I kinda fell asleep." It was a half truth. She had fallen asleep..only after worrying herself into a damned panic attack being in a meeting with so many others. One one was her best..not more than that. She saw more people coming in and could feel her heart rate increase.&nbsp; "Umm would you mind if I sat by you during the meeting? Yeah..good one, she thought. The counselor who couldn't even counsel herself, she mused.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:22:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Of course!" Sahara said brightly, looking at the other woman.&nbsp; She was happy to have company for the meeting.&nbsp; "I'd like to at least have one comrade around me during this meeting," Sahara grinned.&nbsp; "Who knows?&nbsp; We might need to go get a stiff drink after this briefing, depending on what is happening," she teased.<br><br>Sahara settled back down and pulled out the chair next to her for Rhiannon before her eyes turned and landed on Commander MacReady.&nbsp; She and he had gone through a wonderful night last night at the holodeck.&nbsp; They had enjoyed each other's company and danced the night away.&nbsp; It was quite a fun night.&nbsp; She caught his eye and smiled at him briefly, before turning back to her datapad where she made a note to thank him for the time spent together last night.<br><br>"Have you met the Executive Officer yet?" she asked Rhiannon, gesturing behind her to where the Commander was.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:32:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Chief Science Officer returned Lieutenant Tosh's polite nod with one of his own "Lt. Tosh".&nbsp; If he had not known better Lugus would have thought perhaps the man was at least part Vulcan at least in his mannerisms of for the most part keeping to himself.&nbsp; It was somewhat of an odd trait for the Chief of Security but apparently it was a trait that the man had been able to turn fully to his advantage. <br><br>Lugus found the genetically enhanced Angosian fascinating.&nbsp; Of course he had read what was said about the mans genetic enhancements in the info sent to him about the crew but he seriously doubted that they even scratched the surface of what the man was capable of.&nbsp; "Have you found everything in the security department to be to your satisfaction?"&nbsp; Considering the fact that they were going to be traveling into the RNZ the question had been a perfectly logical question to ask. <br><br>Noting the entrance of the First Officer into the Observation Lounge Lugus offered a polite nod saying, "Greetings Commander MacReady."&nbsp; Then turned so he could see both men as he waited for Lt. Tosh's answer if he chose to give one.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:37:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhiannon felt a little relieved. "Yeah that drink will be needed,"she laughed nervously.&nbsp; Sitting down she looked behind her to the man&nbsp; Sahara indicated before quickly turning back.&nbsp; "No..do I want to meet him?" The last Executive Officer she had dealt with had been a true prick to her. It was cause of him Rhiannon had some..well lets say some not nice reviews in her file.&nbsp; "Sorry..just little nervous,"she took a deep breath and placed her hands folded in her lap. You can do this, she said to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:43:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"That would be up to you," Sahara responded with a smile.&nbsp; "I know the other day we had a senior officers meeting, and he was introduced to us.&nbsp; Since you weren't here it might be a good thing, but it's up to you.&nbsp; Sometimes, it's nice to keep a low profile..."&nbsp; She straightened the front of her uniform and crossed her legs daintily.<br><br>"Have you started getting things in your office set up as yet?" she asked, wanting to know how her colleague was coming along with getting things situated.&nbsp; "I was supposed to do that this morning, but this meeting was called," she said, looking at the other woman wistfully.&nbsp; "At this rate, I'll never get it done," she murmured.<br><br>"Don't be nervous, by the way," she murmured, sensing that the other woman was experiencing a bit of anxiety while sitting there.&nbsp; "I've met all of the people in here, and they're very sweet.&nbsp; They won't bite...I promise..."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:55:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rhiannon thought about her office.&nbsp; "No, I haven't even got started. Was busy going through everyone's files then headed to the lounge to get a drink. I can help you if you want." Rhiannon was happiest when busy doing something. "Maybe I will meet him.&nbsp; I just get nervous during big meetings. Last assignment we didn't have to many. When we did it was someone did something wrong kinda thing. We all learned to dread them." She looked around at all the men and sighed. Men..men made her nervous. Even though she was bi..she was more into the women. Around them she was strong, self assured. Around men her self esteem and her courage seemed to take a nose dive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:01:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He regarded Lugus with a rather thoughtful demeanor.&nbsp; The man was obviously knowledgeable and had a profound understanding of not only his area of expertise but of the other distinct divisions within a federation vessel.&nbsp; "Things are working as intended at the moment, yes.&nbsp; I do not anticipate any mishaps on our current mission, but should there be any concern, I believe my men will act without fail."&nbsp; He answered before hearing the door open.<br><br>Tosh turned to see the XO enter the room, and as he had done kindly for Lt. Lugus, he gave MacReady a civil nod and acknowledgment of his presence.&nbsp; "Commander MacReady."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:47:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lugus nodded listening to the Lieutenants answer which was precise and to the point.&nbsp; It was another fact to be filed away about the Chief of Security.&nbsp; Lt. Tosh appeared to be a man of few words but when he spoke he spoke with conviction.&nbsp; Which was another trait the Vulcan could admire.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am truly pleased to know that we are being held in such capable hands.&nbsp; Speaking from experience that is not always the case on Science Vessels.&nbsp; Lt. Tosh, Vulcan's are not usually a violent race but should the need arise I am prepared to offer any assistance that may be needed in defense of the ship and its crew."&nbsp; If asked Lugus would speak of his qualifications but for now it seemed enough to have offered his help.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 17:06:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Meetings were one thing that seemed to exist no matter what culture you came from and no matter what you did in life. Even on Risa meetings were prevalent in life. One couldn't have a planet built for endless fun without a little hard work. And hard work was hard to coordinate without meetings and planning. They tended to be more fun on Risa of course. But they were still meetings. And inherently meetings were... well dull came to mind.&nbsp; And yet they still invaded every aspect of every society.&nbsp; If Makari had believed in a god he would have thought the man an accountant for the way meetings were buried into it all. <br><br>And yet he attended them all the same. Why? Well in part it was his duty, in part because the meeting may be boring, but the information tended to be useful. Or because he was waiting for that one meeting where everyone was offered a horga'hn and a good time.&nbsp; Looking around at the gathering of officers as he stepped into the observation lounge, he wasn't so sure that was something he wanted. Sure some of the crew were good looking and he wouldn't have minded teaching the ways of Risian pleasure, but not the whole crew, not the... yeah, best to not wander down that path. Starfleet was about meetings and work, not about the more fun reasons for life. Or something like that. <br><br>Makari smiled at the gathered people and pushed away the wandering thoughts in his mind. He stepped into the room and stood off to the side and waited for things to get started. He wasn't sure when that would be or what the mission would be, but he was eager to find out and get things moving forward all the same. It was better than lots of nothing, right? Even if there were no red alert exciting bridge maneuvers for him to perform, he could dream though...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 20:01:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"></span><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg3861539#msg3861539">Quote from: Riona on 07-11-2010, 04:55:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rhiannon thought about her office.&nbsp; "No, I haven't even got started. Was busy going through everyone's files then headed to the lounge to get a drink. I can help you if you want." Rhiannon was happiest when busy doing something. "Maybe I will meet him.&nbsp; I just get nervous during big meetings. Last assignment we didn't have to many. When we did it was someone did something wrong kinda thing. We all learned to dread them." She looked around at all the men and sighed. Men..men made her nervous. Even though she was bi..she was more into the women. Around them she was strong, self assured. Around men her self esteem and her courage seemed to take a nose dive.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"That would be wonderful," she said with a smile as she looked at the ship's counselor.&nbsp; It would be nice to have an all-around friend on this ship.&nbsp; It would certainly make the downtimes easier on her if she had someone to confide in and hang out with.&nbsp; "You do know where my office is, right?&nbsp; It's in the Sickbay, to the left, as soon as you walk in," she explained, showing the other woman the coordinates on her datapad.<br><br>"I'm sure things will be fine with the Executive Officer," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "From what I can tell, he can be a little bit formal at times, but he seems like he's a nice guy.&nbsp; The captain is very laid back and extremely approachable, too," she grinned.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 01:33:38</strong>
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				Airik Mitchell finished reading what he could on the Mission, which wasn’t much. While the Federation’s inventory of the Romulan Neutral Zone was far more comprehensive than it had ever been, there were still glaring holes in it. Now the McNair was being sent on their inaugural mission right into the center of one such hole. Holding the PADD of information he entered the Observation Lounge to see the senior staff assembled.<br><br>The Commanding Officer made his way to the table and sat down. “Welcome to the first Mission briefing.” He said, not able to hold back a smile. Airik set the PADD. “And to use an Earth colloquialism…it’s a doozy.” <br><br>Airik touched the table console and a holographic image appeared hovering in front of them. “This is Rkar N'ra, a Class M planet on the border of the Romulan Neutral Zone. Two weeks ago, sensors from a passing cargo ship noted the presence of chroniton emissions.” He touched the table again which pulled up a scientific record. <br><br>“Most of you may be aware that chronitons are subatomic particles with temporal properties. Although not harmful to humanoids, chronitons can be fatal to lifeforms which exist outside of time. Chronitons are also produced by the normal operation of Romulan cloaking devices, and are also oftentimes associated with the phenomenon of time travel.”<br><br>Airik continued, “Why would we be interested in chronitons so close to the Romulans? These are not the same emissions we know from cloaking devices. These appear to be altered, though we don’t have good enough data to fully understand them.” He smiled. “Our task is clear. Fully understand them.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 09:00:35</strong>
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				&lt;--Enters conspicuously and with unspoken apology finds his chair from earlier--&gt;<br><br>"<em>Welcome to the first mission briefing</em>."<br><br>What washed over him was of little consequence.&nbsp; Dun knew something 'was up' when he began to realize that with more power, came more responsibility.&nbsp; There had not been a discernible outlet for the the SDD energy output and he had dreaded what was in store for his work and Starfleet collaboration.<br><br>Science vessel and support had come as a shock to him.&nbsp; The Defiant alone could became nearly invincible with the new warp core he had helped trouble shoot.&nbsp; The fact that Starfleet had failed to engineer it on a big scale had almost guaranteed in Dun's brain that this would be a military escalation priority alone, especially after the events between the Romulans and the Vulcans.<br><br><em>Science vessel?&nbsp; Chronitrons?&nbsp; What the frack was going on here and why had he decided he needed to make his name in SDD Plasma Incorporation...</em> Dun thought as he massaged his temples with both hands as he listened to the briefing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 19:10:32</strong>
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				Tosh listened intently, taking note of the aspects of the briefing which he found most interesting.&nbsp; He knew little of Chronitons or even other sub-atomic particles.&nbsp; They were for the scientists to study and understand.&nbsp; His job was simply to keep them safe while said research was being conducted.<br><br>Getting down to business, Lieutenant Tosh spoke up.&nbsp; "Captain, is there reason to suspect outside interference during this mission?&nbsp; What I mean is, are we the only vessel to have been called to understand these chronitons?&nbsp; Entering the Romulan Neutral Zone is not exactly what I had in mind for the McNair's first mission.&nbsp; I would like to be fully aware of what we're getting into."<br><br>He let that sink in for a moment before continuing.&nbsp; "I would also like to inquire a little more about the chroniton discovery.&nbsp; Is there going to be a possibility of visiting the surface of Rkar N'ra?&nbsp; I would like my officers to be ready should such an away team be needed."&nbsp; Tosh explained.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 20:46:05</strong>
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				Makari had remained quietly in his seat as he waited for the briefing to begin. Some of the other senior staff had chatted idly amongst themselves. He had just sat there and waited. He wasn't antisocial, far from it, as a Risian he was more social than almost anyone else short of a tribble. And everyone knew how they expressed social qualities. Endless sex and reproduction. Makari could go for the first. But he had no desires to start going all asexual and sprouting a copy or two of himself. Especially not in the middle of the observation lounge while waiting on a briefing. He had done that once before when he was a cadet... he hadn't been caught but he wasn't planning to risk it again. No, he would just sit patiently and wait for things to begin.<br><br>Not that he had to wait long at all. It only took a few moments before the captain arrived and the meeting got underway. Makari listened as he explained what they would be doing. Strange readings. Unexplored spot in space. Dangerous. The key words played out in his mind. He had been down that road before. Omega. He would never forget that day. The ship had stopped in space, officers had been ordered to their quarters. And things had just gone downhill from there. And after all the death and destruction what remained of the ship limped home after completing the mission. That had been the day he realized that his life couldn't be all fun and games. That sometimes you had to take things serious and work hard.<br><br>He didn't want to go through that again. But Chronitons were far more common than Omega. It would be okay. No question about it. All they were dealing with was possible time travel. Or new Romulan plots. That was entirely safe...<br><br>"Are we in contact with the Romulan government? Relations have been better between us so I assume we would let them know before we march into the area? And if they have a ship around as well it would be best to establish a no shoot policy before we end up phaser to disrupter in space." Makari spoke up and waited to see what the captain might have to offer about that. "And how equipped are we to deal with this? If it's some cloak disaster it could play havoc on the area, and if its a time issue..." He trailed off, unsure how to scientifically explain his concerns. He didn't want to meet his grandfather as a kid or end up invisible or anything though. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 20:57:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"A time issue?"&nbsp; Sahara spoke up then, having not considered a time issue happening.&nbsp; She had yet to encounter one of those.&nbsp; It was interesting that Commander brought it up.&nbsp; "What do you mean by a time issue?"&nbsp; She made a note on her pad, her brows furrowing in confusion.&nbsp; She hated when things that she did not know popped up in conversation.&nbsp; She didn't mean to blurt out what she wanted to say, but it had happened.<br><br>She had been quietly listening until now.&nbsp; When the Captain had mentioned things about their current course, she had started to mentally go over in her mind the list of supplies that she had in the Medbay.&nbsp; She had been sure to get enough, so being unprepared because of lack of supplies wasn't an issue for her.&nbsp; The issue lay in the fact that all this talk of unforeseen problems may make her unprepared if an issue came up that she hadn't handled before.<br><br>Still, it was all a learning process, and she was confident in her abilities to get through it.<br><br>"I'm sorry for blurting out, Commander," she said, looking at Makari.&nbsp; "But, would you mind elaborating a bit more, please?"</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 22:40:58</strong>
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				Makari had leaned back in his chair somewhat after he had asked his questions. He was sure that in time the captain would respond to them all and any concerns or comments they raised would be handled. Or he would explain that they need not worry about them, give that captain type reasoning that somehow reassured a person even if they found out no new information. If the captain felt it was good, secure, safe, you could too... So why not wait for that moment to come? It was better than pondering how much worse things could go, how they could turn out like they had for him before.<br><br>As the CMO addressed him, asking for clarification on what he had said, Makari sat back up in his chair. He took a moment to run his hands down the front of his uniform and remove the wrinkles his slouching had caused in it and looked at her with a small smile. "I don't have all the technical terms or anything, you need scientists and engineers for that, but chroniton particles can be a sign of a time shift, or a time jump... they can even still be occurring when you are around them.... you can get pulled to another time, or place, could end up just gone from existence, or in your own past... its time travel... I can't explain it but know it can get messy. What if your lungs revert to infancy or your cells age rapidly? What id noxious gasses from uncharted planetary history end up all you have around you to breath? And that's just the medical things that could happen... We need to be ready, that's all I'm saying," Makari explained. He didn't have all the details, not even close. But he knew better than to act like an emergency with an unknown particle was safe, was easy. This would be anything but. And he hoped everyone realized that, even if his examples may have been outrageous, they were possible. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 00:23:04</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell paused as the crew began to stir in their seats. It was Lieutenant Tosh that broke the initial silence.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg3881954#msg3881954">Quote from: Ryven on 12-11-2010, 19:10:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Getting down to business, Lieutenant Tosh spoke up.&nbsp; "Captain, is there reason to suspect outside interference during this mission?&nbsp; What I mean is, are we the only vessel to have been called to understand these chronitons?&nbsp; Entering the Romulan Neutral Zone is not exactly what I had in mind for the McNair's first mission.&nbsp; I would like to be fully aware of what we're getting into."<br><br>He let that sink in for a moment before continuing.&nbsp; "I would also like to inquire a little more about the chroniton discovery.&nbsp; Is there going to be a possibility of visiting the surface of Rkar N'ra?&nbsp; I would like my officers to be ready should such an away team be needed."&nbsp; Tosh explained.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik looked over to the Angosian Chief of Security. It would have been very odd for him to not ask the pointed questions. “Starfleet has assured me that we won’t have intervention from the Romulans. Though they didn’t inform me of how they came to that information. We should remain on alert during the full duration of the mission.”<br><br>“As the premier science vessel in the Federation, Starfleet felt we had the best chances to investigate and evaluate the nature of the chroniton emissions.” Airik didn’t go into a lot of detail, but sufficed to say the ship had significant experimental technology including modifications for temporal occurrences.<br><br>“I believe you should prepare your teams for planetary investigations. Before anyone leaves the McNair, we’ll conduct extensive investigations into the safety of such a course of action.”<br><br>Airik turned to Commander Makarai and then to the Chief Medical Officer who asked more about the temporal nature of the mission.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg3882650#msg3882650">Quote from: Barnbean on 12-11-2010, 22:40:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As the CMO addressed him, asking for clarification on what he had said, Makari sat back up in his chair. He took a moment to run his hands down the front of his uniform and remove the wrinkles his slouching had caused in it and looked at her with a small smile. "I don't have all the technical terms or anything, you need scientists and engineers for that, but chroniton particles can be a sign of a time shift, or a time jump... they can even still be occurring when you are around them.... you can get pulled to another time, or place, could end up just gone from existence, or in your own past... its time travel... I can't explain it but know it can get messy. What if your lungs revert to infancy or your cells age rapidly? What if noxious gasses from uncharted planetary history end up all you have around you to breath? And that's just the medical things that could happen... We need to be ready, that's all I'm saying," Makari explained. He didn't have all the details, not even close. But he knew better than to act like an emergency with an unknown particle was safe, was easy. This would be anything but. And he hoped everyone realized that, even if his examples may have been outrageous, they were possible.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik nodded as Makari spoke. “We have to be even more judicious in our work as early investigation of the sensor readings from the passing cargo ship show a distortion in the chroniton emissions. They frankly are not certain they ARE chronitons. They are like chronitons.”<br><br>He looked around. “Are there other questions?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 00:47:05</strong>
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				Lugus leaned slightly forward in his seat with his fingers steepled before him, "Presumably not long after we received our orders I received a transmission containing the initial findings of those scans that were made by the cargo ship.&nbsp; In the time that we have left space doc until now I have ran side by side comparisons to what is known about chronitons against these new findings.&nbsp; With out tests of our own there is no real scientific evidence to back my conclusions however there is enough evidence to safely say what ever this find is, it is not chronitons as we know them." <br><br>The Chief Science officer paused to look briefly at everyone who was gathered for the meeting, "And as Captain Mitchell has so wisely pointed out it would indeed be the logical step to be extremely judicious in our pre-scans and in collecting samples for on hand study.&nbsp; And if I may speak frankly I do believe that this material what ever it turns out to be could quite possibly prove far more hazardous than being attacked by a Romulan War Bird or being assaulted by a boarding party."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 01:48:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg3882650#msg3882650">Quote from: Barnbean on 12-11-2010, 22:40:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As the CMO addressed him, asking for clarification on what he had said, Makari sat back up in his chair. He took a moment to run his hands down the front of his uniform and remove the wrinkles his slouching had caused in it and looked at her with a small smile. "I don't have all the technical terms or anything, you need scientists and engineers for that, but chroniton particles can be a sign of a time shift, or a time jump... they can even still be occurring when you are around them.... you can get pulled to another time, or place, could end up just gone from existence, or in your own past... its time travel... I can't explain it but know it can get messy. What if your lungs revert to infancy or your cells age rapidly? What id noxious gasses from uncharted planetary history end up all you have around you to breath? And that's just the medical things that could happen... We need to be ready, that's all I'm saying," Makari explained. He didn't have all the details, not even close. But he knew better than to act like an emergency with an unknown particle was safe, was easy. This would be anything but. And he hoped everyone realized that, even if his examples may have been outrageous, they were possible. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Thank you kindly," Sahara murmured, casting a grateful smile in Makari's direction as she made a note on her data pad with another frown.&nbsp; This news was very unsettling and it bothered her to think that she may be dealing with something that she would have no idea how to heal or take care of.<br><br>Sahara arched an eyebrow and turned back towards the Captain.&nbsp; "Are you saying, Captain Mitchell, that we are going into hostile territory, to encounter some substance that we aren't even sure we can handle?&nbsp; Is that even wise?" she asked, looking at him before turning her attention to Lieutenant Lugus, and hearing what he had to say about the matter.<br><br>The news that came from his mouth was rather unsettling.&nbsp; "So, in theory, we don't know what we're dealing with...Just that it's there..."&nbsp; She let this sink into her mind for a moment before she turned her attention back to Captain Mitchell.&nbsp; <br><br>"I know Lieutenant Tosh already asked about what sort of precautions his security team should be taking when venturing forward here," she said, giving a brief smile to Lieutenant Tosh before turning again back to the Captain.&nbsp; "But, what about for the rest of us?&nbsp; What suggestions or advice can you give us on the precautions that we should be taking while we enter this territory?"</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 05:11:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg3883234#msg3883234">Quote from: Pixilicious on 13-11-2010, 01:48:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I know Lieutenant Tosh already asked about what sort of precautions his security team should be taking when venturing forward here," she said, giving a brief smile to Lieutenant Tosh before turning again back to the Captain.&nbsp; "But, what about for the rest of us?&nbsp; What suggestions or advice can you give us on the precautions that we should be taking while we enter this territory?"</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik listened again to others around the table. Their first official briefly was going quite well. Or as well as one could expected with going into the complete unknown. He thought for a moment as the Chief Medical Officer spoke up.<br><br>“There is little that we can actually anticipate. We know that if it is safe, we’ll be sending an away team. The First Officer will select the best team for the job.” Airik said.<br><br>“We should be prepared with contingency plans in the event we come across Romulans. As the planet is currently uninhabited there won’t be broader wide-scale medical emergencies. Sickbay should be prepared to receive any injuries from the away team and continue testing systems.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 19:10:14</strong>
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				Rhiannon did what she did best in these kind of situations..remained quiet and took it all in. There was a heightened sense of..something...not panic..not fear..but she could tell there was tension and concern on the other senior officer's face. Hell she was good at that kinda thing..body and facial cues.<br><br>This meant she would need to be ready at any point should one approach to speak to her. Putting up all her own mental walls to forget about all the bullshit she had stored and her own baggage, Rhiannon waited to hear more. The concept of being pulled into another time was a frightening one.&nbsp; Fear, panic, isolation...that could mess with a person's mental well being. Even the thought of it could wreck some havoc.<br><br>Steepeling her fingers, Rhiannon sat back in her chair and listened more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 18:55:53</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Airik Mitchell at the Mission Briefing</strong><br><br>Captain Mitchell continued to look around the table to see if there were other questions or comments. The senior officers seemed to be contemplating the gravity of their mission – Romulan Neutral Zone, temporal-like particles – Airik hoped it would be scientific in nature and be just challenging enough to get the crew to work together effectively.<br><br>“If no one else has any other questions or comments. There is only one last thing.” Airik said. “We will be rendezvousing with the Intrepid to bring on a Chief Tactical Officer. As our Chief is an exchange Officer, Starfleet thought it prudent to ensure we had a bona fide Officer shadowing in the position.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 19:22:05</strong>
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				Samuel was waiting in the Observation Lounge as the other officers on the Senior Staff arrived to take part in their first briefing.&nbsp; Noting that the new woman - rather timid behavior, in his opinion - was contenting herself with just talking to Lieutenant Tir until the briefing started, he decided to busy himself elsewhere.&nbsp; Doing so by moving over to the viewports at one end of the lounge.&nbsp; Granted, at warp seven you couldn't really see much of anything, but it was better than doing nothing and looking like you were just standing around.<br><br>That all changed when Captain Mitchell walked in, clearly ready to sit down with his newly-appointed crew.&nbsp; Samuel sat himself at the Captain's right, wanting to evoke the powerful image so common to Federation cultures, especially that of Earth itself.&nbsp; He listened patiently as the Ba'ku explained their first task.&nbsp; Chronitons...this was not the Federation's first exposure to them.&nbsp; Four Enterprises, or rather, three Enterprises and one Klingon Warbird crewed by an Enterprise crew, had traveled in time.&nbsp; The Enterprise-E had even saved First Contact, the event that had birthed the Federation.<br><br>"Captain, if I may," he spoke up, turning to the rest of the Staff.&nbsp; "The Romulan Empire is in a critical state right now, with recent events.&nbsp; I would not expect them to be sending much of an organized resistance.&nbsp; If even at all, they'll send a single Warbird to poke around.&nbsp; And while this is not a Prometheus-class, we certainly can hold our own against a single ship."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 17:01:18</strong>
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				Airik turned to the Executive Officer and listened. The Ba'ku agreed that the Romulans were in no place to rally against a small science vessel. They had more dire issues that needed attention. Least of all was a fleet wide blockade from the Federation and Klingons. Airik wasn't as sure of their capabilities to take on a Warbird, it would be easier for them to hide. He did know they had several experimental surprises up their sleeve if they were backed into a corner. Even a bear won't mess with a porcupine.<br><br>"With that, you are excused. We set course to rendezvous with the Intrepid in four hours and then onto the planet." Airik stood up as a sign the meeting was adjourned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 17:43:10</strong>
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				Tosh stood from his seat after being dismissed.&nbsp; He had one last responsibility before heading off to his other duties.&nbsp; That was to deliver his preliminary report to the captain.&nbsp; The chief of security made his way over to the Ba'ku man as the others began to disperse.<br><br>"Captain.&nbsp; I have an initial report for you to look over.&nbsp; I have been studying the layout and positioning of the McNair's plans.&nbsp; In order to best counter any intrusion, I have come up with this contingency plan of action.&nbsp; It is still in its roughest form, but I plan to add more details as I continue my work.&nbsp; I would appreciate any input you have on this."&nbsp; Tosh said, straight and to the point as he handed the PADD to Airik.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 23:59:44</strong>
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				Dun stood and looked to Lugus and said in a very crisp and precise sort of way, "Lt Lugus, lets assemble your peoples and mine in Astrometrics and work on a portable temporal disruptor to protect any away missions members from negative effects via these chronitrons.&nbsp; Once we get a working device we can then run it over to sick bay and make sure its safe to the individuals wearing them.&nbsp; What say you, sir?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 00:56:35</strong>
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				Standing Lugus nodded as he&nbsp; said, " Yes of course Lt. Duncan McGalleon.&nbsp; Keval th-Zarth is already on the bridge I shall go and brief him on what we intend to do then we shall meet you in Astrometrics to see what we are able to come up with.&nbsp; It also may be a good idea to find out who will be assigned to the away team.&nbsp; Different races could be affected differently by the temporal disruptor itself." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 02:07:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg3894187#msg3894187">Quote from: Ryven on 15-11-2010, 17:43:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Captain.&nbsp; I have an initial report for you to look over.&nbsp; I have been studying the layout and positioning of the McNair's plans.&nbsp; In order to best counter any intrusion, I have come up with this contingency plan of action.&nbsp; It is still in its roughest form, but I plan to add more details as I continue my work.&nbsp; I would appreciate any input you have on this."&nbsp; Tosh said, straight and to the point as he handed the PADD to Airik.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik took the PADD and nodded. It was a good sign - initiative to keep things in order and ensure that the ship was running at its peak. As a serious Type B personality - as most Ba'ku are - Airik often learned to surround himself with Type A personalities. He then had to accept the work they did and provide them with environments to thrive.<br><br>"Thank you Lieutenant, I'll review the plan you've created. I'd like you to send a copy to Commander Osiel as well. He would have good insight into the plan." Airik suggested.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 11:52:23</strong>
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				Dun waited for a moment when he caught Airik's attention before he asked, "Capt'n, could you possibly entreat us with the away mission team members names so that we can make sure the equipment solution we come up will be appropriate for any physiology that you select?&nbsp; At your convenience&nbsp; of course, sir."<br><br>Dun snapped a salute cause he loved this sort of setting and felt like he was on a mission.&nbsp; It felt good at times to be involved in something other than engineering dilemmas and weight to space equations.&nbsp; Here he was on a brainstorm team to protect the very individuals that would represent them in the current equation from variables unseen.<br><br>With a quick step, Dun heads from the Observation Lounge quickly to the Astrometrics and Cartography suite while touching his comunicator.<br><br><strong>=/ Ensign Kroken Liara, please report to Astrometrics and Cartography within the hour.&nbsp; We have work to do and I would like you to help me make it happen \=</strong><br><br>&lt;&lt; Dun leaves for A &amp; C &gt;&gt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 15:54:02</strong>
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				Makari waited until the tide of exiting officers had ebbed from tidal wave proportions and down to the trickle of stragglers. He was in no hurry to make his way back to his duty station, in fact he was wrapped up in his own thoughts. A mission. Big and mysterious, with an anomalous substance at the heart of it. So many things could go wrong. So many things had gone wrong before when he dealt with such a thing. He could almost see the blood on his hands. He could almost hear the ominous high pitched alert as the mysterious omega echelon flashed across every monitor on the bridge. And he could see the flood of unknown men in unmarked uniform who had boarded their ship. Section 31. <br><br>He knew in the back of his mind that wouldn't be how it went this time. That was... a once in a life time situation. Witnessing something that was supposed to not exist, surviving a run in with shadowy groups. He shook his head and pushed the thoughts away as he rose from his seat and headed to the doors to exit the observation lounge. As he did so he heard the Captain mention his name and slowed mid-step, turned slightly and smiled at the man, offered a nod of his head. <br><br>"Lieutenant, I would be glad to look things over, just come to me at your earliest convenience and I will take a look at what you have to offer," He said to Lieutenant Tosh in as formal a tone as he could muster. Which compared to the die hard rank and file types... well was rather casual. But he was what he was. And that was a Risian trying to do the right thing, the right way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 16:01:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg3896370#msg3896370">Quote from: alxnjsh on 16-11-2010, 02:07:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Airik took the PADD and nodded. It was a good sign - initiative to keep things in order and ensure that the ship was running at its peak. As a serious Type B personality - as most Ba'ku are - Airik often learned to surround himself with Type A personalities. He then had to accept the work they did and provide them with environments to thrive.<br><br>"Thank you Lieutenant, I'll review the plan you've created. I'd like you to send a copy to Commander Osiel as well. He would have good insight into the plan." Airik suggested.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His eyes turned to one corner of their sockets as if he could see the commander behind himself.&nbsp; The thought of having to consult that particular man was going to take some getting used to.&nbsp; "As you wish, Captain."&nbsp; Tosh said before giving the man a nod and turning to leave.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg3898734#msg3898734">Quote from: Barnbean on 16-11-2010, 15:54:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Lieutenant, I would be glad to look things over, just come to me at your earliest convenience and I will take a look at what you have to offer," He said to Lieutenant Tosh in as formal a tone as he could muster. Which compared to the die hard rank and file types... well was rather casual. But he was what he was. And that was a Risian trying to do the right thing, the right way. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He gave the man an emotionless glance on the way by, but the thought running through his mind was of slight frustration.&nbsp; He would make sure that his earliest convenience was quite late in his schedule.&nbsp; He was a busy man, after all.<br><br>[Moving to Crew Lounge]
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 23:00:06</strong>
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				Considering the fact that Makari was aging at a rate that seemed insane out of one of those science fiction holonovels that they played on weekends back home in one of the less adult Risian theaters he decided that getting an early start to get to the meeting was probably a good idea. For all he knew he would grow from twenty no ninety in three blinks of an eye and a wag of a Risian field mouse tail. Or he would simply turn to an ashen mess as he aged beyond the limits of his body. Neither sounded fun. And neither suggested a quick walk to an important meeting. So he did what he figured those endlessly more responsible than he was were bound to do in such a situation. He left the bridge and headed straight for the observation lounge. Sure running around and screaming about danger would have been a nice course of action. But he had survived worse than aging, so what would the point have been anyway?<br><br>He grabbed up a few PADDs which were stuffed with data on his way, all OPS related, details of systems, details of shields and where he had sent power. Maybe it wasn't as useful as it could have been. But it did point out how he wasn't at fault. He HAD changed where power routed from the normal operations of the ship while in space to a more mission oriented setup. More shields, less weapons, more sensors, less replicators. Never had he gone for less shields. And he had no idea why the shields would modulate off and refuse to work properly. Power WAS there, it just hadn't worked. <br><br>Someone had to know more than he did. Not that he figured the WHY or the HOW even mattered right then. What mattered was fixing the problem and stopping time from traipsing the light fandango and wreaking havoc with their very lives. And to those issues? Well Makari was unsure how to proceed. He knew that things had turned worse than even he had feared. But... well that wasn't knowing much.<br><br>So with the flair of a man afraid he was suffering from arthritic back pain and with no regard to the greying of his own hair, he entered the observation lounge and settled down into a seat, his PADDs placed in neat dissaray before him. He wasn't late. He wasn't a pile of ash. So maybe there was hope for him... for them all... yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 11:11:00</strong>
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				<strong>Dun enters looking 50ish, cane in hand, moving with a slow certainty, deliberately placing one foot ahead of the other.</strong><br><br>Why did the doors mock him?&nbsp; They opened at the same speed they always did, though he was sure, within his slowed senses, that his eyes tracking them was impossible.&nbsp; He had to get a grip.&nbsp; His body was betraying him, the mind was not as clear but foggy, ethereal, an he did not care for it one bit.&nbsp; He knew he had an answer in there.&nbsp; He knew the Gatekeeper could reverse the effect of aging they had all experienced, be it growing young or older.&nbsp; For the life of him, though, he could not figure out if that would only mask the symptoms.&nbsp; His bet was on only a temporary fix, at best.&nbsp; A rapid onset of increased time dilation once the chronitrons work caught up with the bandage the Gatekeeper would provide.&nbsp; What was he missing?<br><br>"Chief Osiel," Dun said with a nod.&nbsp; "You look like you are in the same boat as I am.&nbsp; Tell me, is their an increase of wisdom for you?&nbsp; Or like me, do you feel as if you have just lived a lifetime without the benefit of memory for the experience?"&nbsp; <br><br>He worked his way with determination over to one of the chairs beside the second officer, intent on looking at one of the devices that they used to keep them abreast of what was going on in their fine lady, their brand spanking new and barely outta space dock maiden that was suffering right along with them.&nbsp; <em>Maybe if I focus on her ills and get her workin' right again, I can make the application to us all...</em><br><br>He stopped short of his destination and stood straight as his features brightened.&nbsp; He had been focused on the chair, his will working against that which he should have had decades to get used to.&nbsp; But the idea, <em>where had it come from?</em>&nbsp; It gave him a piece of his ship which was ailing, an engineering application which he was trained to fix, a goal.&nbsp; The goal gave him insight and Dun grasped at it like the proverbial man tossed in a stormy sea with but a life raft to keep him afloat.&nbsp; The sharks were circling, his memory was threatening to strip the insight away as he grinned and hastened to the spot at the table.<br><br>He took one of the PADDs and transcribed his thought process into it, so that he would not forget.&nbsp; Then he called up all the work Liara had done in engineering.&nbsp; He tried to absorb it all.&nbsp; Chief Tirol was pulling bio-neural gel packs and they were trickling into a work space neighboring main engineering.&nbsp; There was no preliminary data as of yet, but he waited as he tried to formulate through the mists of the rapid aging why these chronitrons were working upon living tissue like they were.<br><br>Absently, Dun looked over to Makari with a gleam in his eyes, an odd contrast of the spaciness he felt and the neurons that were firing in his brain.&nbsp; He could only imagine the old movies of mad scientists and had to wonder whether or not he was one of them incarnate. <br><br>"Well, well, well.&nbsp; It appears she has given me an angle with which to work, sir.&nbsp; The ship, in part, is reacting like we are to the environment...&nbsp; If I can a'fix the ship, maybe the solution will work for us too..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 12:14:26</strong>
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				<strong>Chief Tactical Officer enters the Observation Lounge as a boy of eighteen not a man of twenty eight</strong><br><br>Trying to pull his uniform top taught on his chest, Kavash definitely noticed his uniform didn't fit the same way it usually did. Kavash was a little concerned about appearing before the other Senior officers in this state, but under the circumstances, he believed nothing would be said.&nbsp; Entering the Observation lounge, finding only the Operations Officer and the Chief Engineer Kavash was a little surprised.&nbsp; The state of Lieutenant McGalleon didn't shock him too much, he had seen the man in Sickbay being examined by the CMO, but seeing the young vibrant Operations officer so aged threw him off a bit. <br><br>"Gentlemen, it appears we are all being effected in different ways by the Chronitons."&nbsp; He said with a nod to the two men as he took a seat a the conference table.&nbsp; Unsure if he was sitting in his proper seat, he figured someone would tell him if he needed to move.&nbsp; He found the supple leather of the briefing chairs to be very nice.&nbsp; One of the perks of living on a brand new ship, all of the equipment was brand new.&nbsp; "Lieutenant McGalleon, do we have any idea how widespread the effects of the Chronitons are?&nbsp; Are the system malfunctions a part of this or did we not shake the McNair out properly before this mission?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 16:43:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Chief Medical Officer Sahara Tir enters the Observation Lounge having aged about 15-20 years past her current age of 31.</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara entered the room full of her fellow senior officers.&nbsp; Taking in the sight of Lieutenant MacGalleon, she eyed him closely.&nbsp; He was the one that had seemed to have aged the most so far, and being that she now had one of her Ensigns disposing of the husk of Lieutenant Lugus, she wanted to be sure that he wasn't aging that quickly.<br><br>"Gentlemen," she said with a polite smile as she walked to the conference table and eased herself into a chair next to Makari.&nbsp; "It seems we have found ourselves in quite the predicament, hmm?" she asked, knowing that the chronitons had taken their effect on her as well.&nbsp; Her once long, vibrant, black hair was streaked with greys and silvers, giving her a more distinguished look.&nbsp; The wrinkles that had started lining her face however were what she called plain horrid.<br><br>"How are you holding up, Commander?" she asked, glancing with worried eyes over Makari's form.&nbsp; "I haven't seen you drop by the Sickbay, though it's obvious the chronitons are taking their toll on you..."&nbsp; Her eyes then scanned the room and landed on Lieutenant Teel.&nbsp; "And you, Lieutenant Teel," she said with a kind smile.&nbsp; "I saw you there earlier.&nbsp; I trust that my staff was able to assist you to the best of their abilities.&nbsp; It's not yet known what we are dealing with, and I believe it is the one thing that frustrates me most..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 16:49:35</strong>
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				<strong>Chief of Security entering the Observation Lounge with no visible effect on his behavior but more grey</strong><br><br>He resembled a man more in his late forties rather than the mid thirties he was supposed to be.&nbsp; His body had not really changed that much.&nbsp; With his genetically modified heritage, his strength and stamina remained.&nbsp; He did not feel like he had aged at all.&nbsp; He still felt ready enough to snap necks in half with his bare hands.&nbsp; The others hadn't seemed as lucky though.&nbsp; He took note of Kavash who seemed to have shaved a third of his life away.&nbsp; His uniform obviously didn't fit as it should.<br><br>He then noticed Dun again who he had seen in sickbay.&nbsp; His change seemed the most notable so far.&nbsp; The man was well past his prime now, his hair grayed and his face wrinkled.&nbsp; He even needed a cane to help himself walk.&nbsp; Tosh walked over to a seat and sat down to wait for the others.&nbsp; It was clear the problem was not isolated to just the away team.&nbsp; The entire ship was being affected by the odd chroniton emissions.&nbsp; Now, he assumed, the meeting was to deliberate on possible resolutions to the issue.<br><br>"I see the problem is more widespread than originally thought."&nbsp; He commented.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 19:32:51</strong>
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				<strong>Image provided for a reference on red hairs coloration process over the years vs an actual similarity to the looks of an aged Dun. </strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSSOMvIXUVFA_CTfuCvAyDn2noRWXtLGmjTVXBQtr5HDXp0AwkU)</div><br>The comings and goings of the observation lounge flitted through his mind with a speed and relevance of a daily stroll.&nbsp; He could feel himself looking up and smiling every time a comment was made, nodding acknowledgment to each new addition to the room.&nbsp; If there was one thing that made conscious sense about his situation, it was the lack of concern he was having for these cumbersome social graces they all were fleetingly trying to hold to.&nbsp; <em>The problem at hand, my fellow officers of Starfleet, tenders of the wonders of</em> The McNair, <em> is not one of how you looked or felt, though slightly daunting and unnerving, it was the vessel that got you here, that would get you home.</em><br><br>He caught himself.&nbsp; He knew he wasnt rambling out loud, but he could feel an edge to his mental monologue that bordered on crankiness.&nbsp; <em>Wow, so this is what it felt like to be old, beyond the aches and pains, no tolerance for something you could do little about, your appearance.</em>&nbsp; He shook his head and laughed to himself.&nbsp; <em>Let it be a life lesson</em>, he mused, <em>take it to heart and never speak to anyone that way.</em><br><br>"Lieutenant McGalleon, do we have any idea how widespread the effects of the Chronitons are?&nbsp; Are the system malfunctions a part of this or did we not shake the McNair out properly before this mission?"&nbsp; Dun looked at the strapping young lad that barely fit his uniform, Lt Teel, if he recalled and smiled widely.&nbsp; <em>Here was a man on point</em>, he thought, <em>priorities in order.</em>&nbsp; That he could focus on.<br><br>"Have we met yet, young man?&nbsp; We have been on board for such a short time, and I already feel like I am loosing the memories," Dun chuckled.&nbsp; It wasnt that his faculties were going, he simply did not recall introducing himself to the Chief Tactical Officer, but no matter.&nbsp; "The McNair, as you well know, uses biological components for the computers memory storage.&nbsp; That is why we had issues.&nbsp; They, like us, have been advanced or digressed in some random fashion that has as of yet been unquantified.&nbsp; Chief Tirol has pulled the effected units and Ensign Kroken is working on direct analysis now.&nbsp; We should have some raw data soon"<br><br>"I see the problem is more widespread than originally thought," Lt Tosh said.<br><br>"It is affecting everything biological, which I guess is at least par for the course, but also gratuitous.&nbsp; There isnt anything I would not do to a piece of equipment to figure this all out.&nbsp; Life however and offering a fix there is a much more delicate process, one of which I am unwilling to offer suggestions upon due to the responsibility involved.&nbsp; So, we should count ourselves blessed that even the ship has changed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 02:26:07</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Mitchell running a child and adult day care ship</strong><br><br>There was a bit of a creak in Airik’s bones as he made his way to the observation lounge. Crew all around him seemed to be facing the ill effects of what could only be the chroniton emissions. The Commanding Officer had just been made aware of the death of the Chief Science Officer. In addition the Chief Intelligence Officer and the Morale Officer were both in stasis. Other crew were in the same predicament. <br><br>There didn’t seem to be a common variable, it was so random. No species was affected more than others and even within species individuals would age or get younger at different rates. Age, gender…none of it mattered. The Away Team wasn’t affected more.<br><br>Entering the observation lounge, Airik took count of what was left of the Senior Officers. The aging had affected him, but not as dramatically as…Airik looked at Lieutenant McGalleon and could only smile weakly. The Chief Engineer looked…well…bad.<br><br>Airik sat at the head of the table. “It saddens me to report the death of the Chief Science Officer.” Captain Mitchell looked around the table. “Commander Osiel, please take charge of the Science Department until further notice.” The Ba’ku knew that a science vessel needed a head of the Science Department and Commander Osiel’s credentials aligned well to the position.<br><br>“Reports.” Airik said, expecting each Officer to explain the status of his or her Department.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 17:23:31</strong>
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				Makari tried to wrack his brain and think of anything he had ever read on advanced aging and de-aging existing together. He knew that the crew of the Enterprise had experienced age alterations that ran the gambit from transporter accidents to genetic code turning everyone prehistoric. None of that included chronitons though. And none of it covered both getting older AND younger at the same time. By all accounts it shouldn't have been happening. But then by all accounts so many other things in space should never have happened should they? A single particle named Omega should not have controlled the fates of so many or been so powerful that entire starships became prisons as its effects were dealt with. And yet that DID happen. So why not age becoming nothing more than a swinging pendulum instead of a fixed hand of a clock, ever creeping forward a second at a time?<br><br>The fact it was so random was what stumped Makari the most though. The fact it WAS happening proved that it COULD. The fact he had seen or heard of so many strange things happening on ships just further supported it all. But invariably what happened made some semblance of sense, at least once the facts were gathered and there was a core understanding of WHAT was going on. In this case though it seemed that nothing added up to nothing at all. One plus two always equaled three, but what happened when it equaled four or nine? <br><br>"No need for medical treatment for me, old age isn't something you can cure short of borg implants, and metal headgear and cybernetic arms aren't really my thing," Makari said to the doctor with a half smile. It was a forced attempt at lightening the mood and being humorous, and he was sure it showed. But better to smile then to break down and cry, or just crawl into a corner and die an old shell of a man. "And sadly wisdom seems to allude me no matter my age..." he offered up in response to the other question tossed his way from the Chief Engineer. He was about to say more as the captain called the meeting to order and he sat straighter in his chair, listening intently as the slightly aged captain began to speak. <br><br>Makari looked up with a frown as the captain announced that they had lost their chief science officer. He hadn't heard about that. But had he been so wound up in his own aging and his own attempts to get a handle on things that he had completely missed such things? Possibly. That worried him. Was it an attempt to devote himself to duty that caused him to miss it? Or was his age affecting his mind? Was he getting forgetful, sloppy, slow? <br><br>As the Captain continued to speak, Makari listened. At first he was sure that his newfound maturity had come with a newfound dimensia as the Captain said he would take charge of the Science Department. But no, the man meant what he said and Makari knew that. Could he handle the task? Of course he could. One did not become an OPS officer because they trained in endless operations. They specialized in a task and their ability to multitask and organize was what pulled them into the position. It always meant they had some other skillset under their belt though. Most commonly it was an engineering or science skill. And for Makari it was sciences. Not anything he tended to rely on during the course of a normal day, but once a scientist always a scientist as they said... he just had to figure out who THEY were and he would be set... <br><br>"Understood Captain, I will speak with the science team after the meeting and try and get a firm grip on this all," He said shortly, for once not wanting to mince words or play at things in the more casual lasseiz faire respect he was more keen to do. Aging at a random pace hardly led to an abundance of free time after all. Invariably they were all either going to end up too old or too young to do ANYTHING. So they had to sort things out before that could happen. <br><br>"Unfortunately I have very little to report at the moment. From an operations standpoint the ship is working as expected. Any shield problems we have had were not derived from the power systems, nor where they planned or scheduled by ops. All systems had, and remain, to have full power, that includes all biological detection scanners. So I can say we are not dealing with a bio threat, which was far from a fear, but nice to know all the same. What I can't say is why things happened or what exactly has happened... just that our systems seem unaffected but our crew does not..." Makari explained concisely, not having much to offer at all, but speaking up with it all the same. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 23:24:08</strong>
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				Dun looked up with a keen gaze, despite his appearance.&nbsp; The Captain had just asked for reports and he had one.&nbsp; A keen grasp of his present situation had rooted deeply within his cognitive process and it kept his wit sharp.&nbsp; He knew his body was a straight forward text book class alpha geriatric progression.&nbsp; He also knew that he had to focus to bring his true weapons to bear in the form of his quick footed thought process and more importantly, his absolute understanding of any equipment within within his charge.&nbsp; Here he was an opportunity to radiate, and possibly offer insight with a healthy dose of morale.&nbsp; <em>Herr'a goes anothin'...</em><br><br>"Sir, it seems that everything biological is being affected including parts of the ship, like the bio-neural gel packs, which is what caused or shield problems earlier.&nbsp; It is almost like they are exhibiting a short attention spawn, if you can believe that from a piece of equipment."<br><br>He slowly stood with the aid of his cane and moved carefully over to the replicator on the near wall and spoke crisply, "Sahara electrolyte formulation 3charlie.&nbsp; Anyone else need anything?"&nbsp; He had discovered something today that made his life alot easier, and it was the drink that Dr Tir had given him.&nbsp; It gave him energy and it was going to keep his throat from drying out now, yet another new feature of his advanced aging process.<br><br>"These packs have been pulled..."<br><br>At that moment, Duns com badge chirped and the voice of Chief Tirol came through with an air of urgency.<br><br><strong>"Chief Tirol to Chief McGalleon."</strong><br><br>"You know I am in a seniors officer meeting, therefore the interruption must be important, Chief Tirol."&nbsp; Dun looked about the room with a face barely containing his amusement, he sounded just like his father and it was nearly too much for him to contain.&nbsp; Of course, the insight would be lost on those here that had not been disciplined after a long narrative by the one who had raised him.<br><br><strong>"Yessir, I will be brief.&nbsp; I wanted to let you know that I found piles of ash in a couple places these packs should have been, then in other places, I found compressed and broken, pruned and dried out packs.&nbsp; Ensign Kroken and I both thought it a little weird and we decided to report it to you directly.&nbsp; Tirol out."</strong><br><br>"Thank you, Chief."&nbsp; Dun moved back to his chair and sat gently, drinking his electrolytes.&nbsp; "So, there is yet another similar piece of info...&nbsp; The ashen packs must have gotten very high doses of the youth slant and passed just as our dearly departed Lt Lugus, while other packs exhibit age like mine."&nbsp; Dun smiled broadly for emphasis, creasing his wrinkles with more wrinkles.<br><br>"All I know, Captain, is that I can figure out whats happening to the gel packs easy enough, yes, they have biological components, but they are equipment and I can analyze them, try a couple of ideas out that I have already with the Gatekeeper and not hurt anyone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 03:15:10</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Mitchell – not liking his joints</strong><br><br>Airik listened carefully as Commander Osiel explained the status of Operations. Now the Risan would also be tasked with overseeing Science with the death of Lieutenant Lugus. Would there be a Chief Science Officer? Airik couldn’t think that far in advance for now he wasn’t quite sure the ship would be around much longer.<br><br>The Chief&nbsp; Engineer had additional bad news…more like catastrophic news. Luckily he seemed to be working on a theory of how to overcome the issue. <br><br>“I…”<br><br>=/\= Sickbay to Doctor Tir. =/\=<br><br>Airik recognized the voice. It was Brady, Dallas’ nephew. <br><br>=/\= I’m sorry to interrupt, Doctor, but I wanted to report that Lieutenant Northrup has died. Sickbay out. =/\=<br><br>Airik sighed.<br><br>=/\= Bridge, initiate red alert and quarantine. Set course for nearest starbase, maximum warp. =/\=<br><br>“Thank you for your reports. I know very little about chroniton particles. It seems however that we need to find away to cleanse any particles from further damage and then work to reverse the damage already incurred.” The Ba’ku turned to the Chief Engineer.<br><br>“Lieutenant, all the resources of Engineering and physical sciences are at your disposal. Fix my ship.” Airik ordered flatly.<br><br>“Commander, Doctor…” Airik looked to Osiel and Tir. “I want Medical and Science to work together to stop the aging or de-aging and then focus on a reversal.”<br><br>“Commander MacReady, we seem to be losing senior officers at an alarming rate. I need you to begin contingency planning. We have a temporary replacement for Science, but find the next in line for Intelligence.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 03:34:31</strong>
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				The First Officer had been halfway towards Sickbay when he'd gotten the general summons for all the Senior Staff to report to the Observation Lounge for a meeting.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; No time to check on either Tosh or Lugus.&nbsp; Hopefully he'd get an update from Lt. Tir about their condition.&nbsp; He reversed direction, climbed into the nearest turbolift, and set course for the Observation Lounge.<br><br>Arriving just a handful of moments before the meeting started, MacReady stopped.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; People looked...different.&nbsp; Even Sahara.&nbsp; It seemed like the only one who hadn't been affected so far was himself...was that going to last?&nbsp; He couldn't tell.&nbsp; Sitting himself at the Captain's right, he listened as he heard him pronounce the death of Lugus, and promote Osiel to Chief Science Officer as well as Ops Chief.&nbsp; <br><br>Their first mission...not even a day into it and already things were going wrong.&nbsp; Well, damn.&nbsp; There went any of MacReady's hope for a relatively quiet posting.&nbsp; For the time, though, they needed to solve the crisis at hand.&nbsp; "Sir."&nbsp; He replied when Mitchell stated his name.&nbsp; "Absolutely, sir.&nbsp; I'll find the replacement ASAP.&nbsp; And Captain...it seems like I'm one of the few people who haven't been affected yet.&nbsp; If this continues..."&nbsp; He looked over at Sahara.&nbsp; "I'll turn myself in to Sickbay and do whatever I can to help solve the crisis."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 07:11:28</strong>
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				Tosh sat silent for a long time, allowing the others to offer their reports first.&nbsp; It started slowly.&nbsp; Then one after another, events started pouring in.&nbsp; First decomposing gel packs or packs that seemed made of the primordial dust that they all came from.&nbsp; It was rather odd.&nbsp; He wasn't one for science, and time was only made apparent to him by the faces imprinted in his mind.&nbsp; He never forgot one.&nbsp; Now Lt. Lugus was dead or would it be never alive?&nbsp; Aging backwards into nothingness seems the oddest way to die he'd ever heard, but one could never put it past the universe to deliver such fates.&nbsp; The final frontier, indeed.<br><br>When the meeting drew to a pause, Tosh finally decided to speak up.&nbsp; "Captain, security is still working smoothly.&nbsp; I only have one officer who has...hmm...regressed back to a state where she is unfit for duty.&nbsp; I don't think a ten year old is adequate security.&nbsp; Other than that, there have not been any significant changes to the security staff...well, not yet at least.&nbsp; I imagine staying in our current condition could complicate things as time passes."<br><br>He thought that final statement was rather odd.&nbsp; The problem was time and as time went on, time would make things worse.&nbsp; It almost made him laugh which is a rarity for the man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 21:36:28</strong>
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				Makari listened as other senior officers spoke up. What they had to say was relevant, and important, but none of it explained a darn thing. That worried him. The Captain had selected the crew because they were the best at what they did. He had pulled in great officers, both junior and senior. If they couldn't solve a problem in a timely fashion then who could? Did it mean the problem was impossible? Did it mean they were doomed? Anyone with a pessimistic outlook on the universe would invariably have thought so. Makari was no Cardassian though. He was Risian. And the Risians didn't know how to be pessimistic. It was just genetically impossible. He had scientific proof to back it up. Or not. It didn't change the fact that he wasn't pessimistic though. In fact while everything seemed dire, he still knew they could pull together and succeed.<br><br>"Captain, standard quarantine procedures do not tend to include chronitons and time issues, we will have to keep our distance from the starbase until we know if we are a risk to them... and should we leave a sensor buoy in space announcing the present dangers so no other ships, both ours or Romulan alike, wander in unaware?"&nbsp; Makari suggested after there was a sufficient pause in the conversation to give him a moment to interject before... well anyone else died... he hated to think the thought but the call from sickbay, and the reaction of red alert it brought upon them showed just how real a threat that was. <br><br>As the Chief Engineer explained just what was happening within the ship, as in gel packs were possibly aging, Makari listened intently, an idea forming in his own mind. "I hate to admit this thought just came to me, but the fact that most of our crew, and now biological technology is being affected shows this isn't isolated, and neither crew or gel pack dominate the ship when it comes to sheer amounts of life..." He explained and then paused a moment to gather his thoughts. Makari was used to handling ops, offering up efficiency equations and toying with various problems related to his work and making the ship run even an iota smoother. The practical sciences were not his usual field of play, in fact he was a man of the more heady sciences, physics and the like. Still, he did understand science, and his brain was shifting gears from ops to that special bit of insight that every scientist had at one time or another. Not brilliance, not some Newtonian physics breakthrough, but an idea none the less.<br><br>"Have we examined pets on the ship? They represent a small amount of our population but one that could be effected... and while on that line of thought there are the plants... I will have the botanists look into that as soon this meeting ends, and I am sure medical can run a cursory examination on pets? But then neither are the most numerous life form on the ship... that falls to the SIMPLE life forms. The air borne spores and germs, the viruses and the like which harmlessly float about us all the time... are THEY changing? And if so, why? If not... why not? I'm suggesting more questions and offering no answers, but that may be the only way to solve this... so can anyone find a way to check the air and water for any changes to things we usually ignore as benign and harmless?" Makari hoped he sounded more official and less rambling than he thought he did, but either way he wanted to get things done, and the idea had been born, now it was time to see if anyone would nurse his baby. <br><br>"Doctor, I look forward to working with you, and am open to any suggestions or data you have to offer, this is the first day on the job for me... times like three now... so be patient and I will try not to age so much you get a new patient," He offered with a small smile that he hoped eased past the worry he was sure the majority of them were feeling. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 00:02:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"As for medical...My staff seems to be fine last I saw them," she told the Captain.&nbsp; "There weren't any signs of aging in either direction that I noticed."&nbsp; The pause in Sahara's voice after she said that hung in the air for a few seconds before she continued.&nbsp; "I'll be honest though, Captain," Sahara spoke up finally.&nbsp; "I've never encountered anything like this before.&nbsp; I'm working on trying to analyze the cases we've come into contact with, but it's not proving to be easy."&nbsp; Before Sari could say anything else, the voice came over the computer alerted her that something was wrong.&nbsp; Sure enough, there was something terribly wrong, as she heard Brady's words.<br><br>"Thank you for the update, Mr. Vincent," she told him.&nbsp; "Can you and Cerise take care of that while I'm away?" she asked, smiling politely into midair when she heard his confirmation.&nbsp; <br><br>When the door opened, Sahara was drawn out of her worry for a brief moment to see who had entered.&nbsp; With a sigh of relief more than anything else, she looked at Sam, and smiled slightly, knowing that her new appearance probably startled the poor man.&nbsp; She watched as he settled and then began to speak.&nbsp; "I would greatly appreciate such an act," she said.&nbsp; "We need to know what we're working with...Thank you very much...Or perhaps I shouldn't be saying thank you until you know what you're really getting yourself into," she told him, a light smile crossing her beautiful features.<br><br>"Commander," she said with a smile, turning her attention next to Makari.&nbsp; "I would be honored to be working with you to try and resolve this issue.&nbsp; Goodness knows that we need all the help we can get right now."&nbsp; Her smiled turned into a full on grin as her eyes landed on Lieutenant MacGalleon.&nbsp; "I can deal with a bunch of cranky old men," she told Makari, with a playful wink in Dun's direction.&nbsp; "It's the fact that we have little children running around here that worries me..."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 05:00:03</strong>
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				Sitting silently, listening intently to the other officers reports on the system and crew difficulties, Kavash had little to add to the discussion.&nbsp; The one bit of information that seemed to stick out in his mind as the most constant variable was that the effect of the Chronitons was random.&nbsp; The shields were down for a total of eight minutes give or take as his recollection of the moment in time came back to him, yet not all of the crew had been effected, or at least are yet to show signs.&nbsp; The bio-neural gel packs throughout the ship were effected the same way, randomly and there was no logic to the reason why some went forward and some went back.&nbsp; <br><br>The discussion between Makari and the Doctor seemed rather odd to Kavash but he couldn't disregard the possible effect on animals or plants.&nbsp; "Captain," Kavash leaned forward in his chair, his elbows settled on the table in front of him, his hands clasped together with both index fingers pressed against his lips as he thought.&nbsp; He still held the mannerisms of a man with six lifetimes of experience, but his teenage body definitely did not convey the aged confidence.&nbsp; "based on my initial scans of the planet prior to approaching and establishing orbit, the chroniton radiation only extended to within about forty thousand kilometers from the planets surface, so I agree that a warning buoy be launched to quarantine the planet until the radiation can be stopped.&nbsp; As for the problem of our aging crew, the only observation that I feel hasn't been pointed out yet is the utter random nature of the changes.&nbsp; Why are some people effected but others aren't?&nbsp; Why do some people regress and others progress?&nbsp; There must be a reason for the nature of the changes."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 05:31:15</strong>
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				Ensign Kroken from Engineering<br><br><strong>=/\= Ensign Kroken to Lt McGalleon, sorry for disturbing the Captains meeting, but I felt you needed to know this.&nbsp; We've pulled a large number of Gel Packs from Deck two and have run some diagnostics.&nbsp; The computer is saying that there is an unidentifiable organic material present in the gel pack but the equipment in Engineering isn't sensitive enough to scan it.&nbsp; I'm taking a number of the effected packs to the science lab for a closer look.&nbsp; I will keep you informed.&nbsp; Kroken out. =/\=</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 02:47:34</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Mitchell, ending the meeting</strong><br><br>Airik listened carefully as additional departments reported their status. “Lieutenant Tosh, we should work on restricting access to computers for any crew that appears to have their capacity for duty affected. The Doctor is right, at least the elderly retain their knowledge and to a large extend their skills. If people are not only physically but mentally regressing, our ship will soon become a nursing home and a day care. Please see to the additional precautions.”<br><br>“Commander, as you appear to be one of the few not affected as drastically then I agree you should work with sickbay. Get a complete diagnostic.” Airik spoke to the First Officer.<br><br>The Captain listened to the Chief Operations/Science Officer. “Excellent suggestion. We should see if pets are immune. Please begin an analysis of other life forms on the ship. Include flora and fauna in the investigation.” Airik continued, “As a precaution we will remain a safe distance from the starbase when we arrive. We will continue to hold our quarantine until lifted by an independent medical review.”<br><br>He looked around the table, pausing as the notification from Kroken went through. “I was hoping for a bit more of a warm-up mission for our first. I’ve been extremely impressed with your quick actions and your thinking. It may be the only thing that saves us. You have your orders. Dismissed.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 03:03:15</strong>
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				Samuel paid attention during the rest of the briefing.&nbsp; Being the only member of the Senior Staff not already visibly affected by the Chroniton radiation, if things got out of hand, he would need to be the leader for the duration until such time a cure was found.&nbsp; "Of course, Captain.&nbsp; As soon as I find the new Intel Officer and bring him up to speed, I'll report to Sickbay."&nbsp; <br><br>As the rest of the officers began leaving the Observation Lounge, MacReady stopped to talk to the Captain.&nbsp; "Captain...I'm sure you're aware of my record, but I served as Ops Chief on my last posting before here.&nbsp; If a replacement for either position is not found soon...I would be more than glad to step in and take over Lt. Commander Osiel's duties until one is."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 04:16:07</strong>
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				<strong>=/\= Ensign Richard Thompson to Observation Lounge, I apologize for any disruption I am causing. I have just discovered that Lt. Northrop has died. I wish to know what my orders are at this point. =/\=</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 04:26:32</strong>
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				Sam heard the call to the Observation Lounge from Ensign Thompson.&nbsp; =/\= Ensign Thompson, this is Commander MacReady. =/\=&nbsp; Running a quick lookup, the First Officer saw that the man was the Lt. Northrop's junior in the Intelligence Department.&nbsp; =/\= You have just been promoted to Chief Intelligence Officer.&nbsp; Your orders are to meet me in the Observation Lounge. =/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 04:37:48</strong>
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				*removed to put in right place.. duh*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 05:24:52</strong>
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				<strong>=/\= Understood, I am on my way. =/\=</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 06:02:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Lieutenant Tosh, we should work on restricting access to computers for any crew that appears to have their capacity for duty affected. The Doctor is right, at least the elderly retain their knowledge and to a large extend their skills. If people are not only physically but mentally regressing, our ship will soon become a nursing home and a day care. Please see to the additional precautions.”<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The chief of security gave a nod and then looked over to the doctor.&nbsp; "Doctor Tir, I will walk you back to sickbay.&nbsp; When we get there, can you please give me a list of all those affected so far that you have also deemed unfit for duty due to the current situation."<br><br>Of course, Tosh wasn't letting on to the fact that it would give him another visit, however short, with Ensign Brady Vincent.&nbsp; At least that was something to look forward to in this crisis.<br><br>"I will need that list to restrict computer access accordingly until we find a resolution to the problem."&nbsp; Tosh commented as he stood and began to walk out of the observation lounge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 15:57:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg4159743#msg4159743">Quote from: Ryven on 21-01-2011, 06:02:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The chief of security gave a nod and then looked over to the doctor.&nbsp; "Doctor Tir, I will walk you back to sickbay.&nbsp; When we get there, can you please give me a list of all those affected so far that you have also deemed unfit for duty due to the current situation."<br><br>Of course, Tosh wasn't letting on to the fact that it would give him another visit, however short, with Ensign Brady Vincent.&nbsp; At least that was something to look forward to in this crisis.<br><br>"I will need that list to restrict computer access accordingly until we find a resolution to the problem."&nbsp; Tosh commented as he stood and began to walk out of the observation lounge.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Of course, Lieutenant," Sahara said with a happy smile as Tosh spoke to her.&nbsp; Carefully, she raised herself from her chair, carrying her datapad in her hands.&nbsp; "At the moment, I think the things that we have to worry about most is the fact that people who are aged may be of little help when it comes to certain things.&nbsp; Has everyone in your department been accounted for?"&nbsp; <br><br>She had gotten plenty to think about, and it was time that she found Makari and they started brainstorming and thinking of ways to solve the problem that was turning out to be much bigger than anyone had ever anticipated.&nbsp; The sooner that everyone went back to being normal on the ship, including Sahara herself, she would be able to breathe properly once more.&nbsp; She wanted the unsettled feeling caused by the unknown to leave her, and knew that it wouldn't until this was solved.<br><br>Fortunately, she didn't have to look far and wide to find the handsome Makari.&nbsp; "Hey," she said, letting out a long sigh.&nbsp; "Looks like we have our work cut out for us, huh?" she asked, looking at him.&nbsp; "And, what should I address you as now?" she teased.&nbsp; "Chief of Science or Chief of Operations?"&nbsp; Sahara always wanted to try and find something to smile about in any situation, so while some people wouldn't like her sense of humor, she knew that it was necessary for her well-being.<br><br>"I'm going to be walking Lieutenant Tosh back to the Sickbay," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "If you wouldn't mind the short walk back there, I was hoping that we'd be able to take a trip to the Science department to start analyzing this situation more closely and figuring out what we really know about these chronitons."<br><br>Glancing away from the Operations Officer for a moment, she let her gaze settle on MacReady.&nbsp; "Commander," she said, looking at him with a sweet smile on her face.&nbsp; "Once you're finished here, please feel free to meet up with Lieutenant Osiel and myself in the science department.&nbsp; If anything comes up before then, and we seem to be needing your assistance, I'll let you know immediately."<br><br>With another smile in Sam's direction, she turned back to Vergil and Makari.&nbsp; "Gentlemen...Shall we?" she asked, smiling at both of them now.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 17:52:14</strong>
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				There was a lot of stress and pressure sitting on the shoulders of the assembled senior staff. Makari wasn't sure just who had the most on their shoulders but he had to assume it was the Captain and the XO. They were the ones directly responsible for the ship and its crew. Then the security chief and the doctor. They were in charge of safety and well being. Beyond that it fell in varying degrees to each and every department head. Engineering, science... they all had roles to play and pressure on their very shoulders. Makari was... well he was OPS, he was Second Officer, and now he was interum Science Chief. He wasn't sure if that added to his own pressure and stress or not, but he knew it didn't lessen it any. <br><br>He tried to not think about that. Everyone had enough to deal with. They didn't need him waxing poetically about his new lot in life. After all he had it better than the former Science Chief.... Lugas would be missed, a causality of a routine mission. It was a shame, a sad shame. And yet there was not a thing they could about that was there? Makari shook hsi head and rose from his seat as the meeting came to a close.<br><br>"We have a lot of work to do Doctor, I will escort you and your patient to sickbay and then we can make our way to the science labs," Makari suggested. "Have you ever called me Chief of anything? Usually it's just commander or hey you, no need to change that based on temporary reassignments," He added with a friendly smile. No point being down and dire. They had enough to do without letting it weigh them down completely. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 09:52:34</strong>
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				Richard walked in the door to the Observation Lounge. He had never really had the honor of being here. It was for upper senior officer meetings and occasionally it could be used for leisure. But he had never been in here for either. The place reminded him too much about people in power and applying himself. He didn't like the thought of applying himself and then losing all the people he had connected with. It was a downright scary thought to him. But right now he had no time to dwell on his rather paradoxical problem. He had a duty and he had to apply himself to that duty.<br><br>He saw Commander MacReady talking to the Captain. It was probably something he could not interrupt so he moved out of the path out of the Observation Lounge and waited off to the side till he was done. He saw that most of the people with authority were here. There was Captian Mitchell, Commander MacReady, Second Officer Makari Osiel, Chief of Security Vergil Tosh, Chief Medical Officer Sahara Tir, and now him as the interim Chief of Intelligence. He wondered what separated him from them. And he already knew the answer, he was not as ready to apply himself as they were. There went that fact in his thought process again. He needed a distraction. Something that would keep him from thinking about why he craved people being his friends rather than advance himself.<br><br>He leaned against the wall as he tried to think of a distraction. For some reason he could not think about anything. But he used the thought he was trying to block out as a starting point. He wondered where his intelligence had come from in the first place. It could have been tied into his genetics somehow. And that led to a question that would be a good mathematical distraction. <br><br>He started his distraction with a simple question: How many different people's genetics had gone into him?<br><br>If he had 2 parents and they had 2 sets of 2 parents then that was six people. But he could go farther and farther he went. Math was always a good distraction. And when he was young he used to calculate his age down in seconds. He could have done that now but he felt that it was not going to be correct since he was technically getting younger as each second passed. So he stuck with his current problem and was currently on the tenth stage of the genetic pyramid forming in his head. 2+4+8+16+32+64+128+256+512+1024=2046, was where he was so far. But he was going to keep going till Commander MacReady was done with Captain Mitchell.<br><br>Richard made it a point to keep an eye on the two men as he did his distraction. It would be good to know when to stop and when Richard was immersed in his distractions it was hard to stop unless he had a reason to. And that would be bad if Commander MacReady stopped talking with the Captain and he was too distracted to pay attention. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 11:07:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Val walked in, his clothes hanging off him slightly, as if a young man of 15 or so was wearing his fathers suit.&nbsp; It wasn't child a child wearing it, but you could tell that it was for a man far more filled out than he was.<br><br>He had tried to follow MacReady there from the transporter room but had fallen behind when he nearly passed out...&nbsp; In a haze he had no idea his body was metabolizing at an incredibly higher rate, the rate of a young Andorian equivalent to 15 or 16, he had not eaten enough calories for that kind of metabolism in years.&nbsp; The result was...&nbsp; Striking...<br><br>His voice wasn't quite as deep as it normally was, "My apologies for my lateness.&nbsp; Given our Science Officer being sent to Sickbay, I thought that I should come."&nbsp; he was slightly winded, looked weakened...&nbsp; And, incredibly, hugely, hungry as his body craved fuel.<br><br>"I believe that I can sill perform my duties, though somehow it appears a number of years perhaps were left on the planet."<br><br>Val did his best to be professional but he could feel the customary mood swings of coming adulthood that he had known when this was his proper age washing over him, it would be difficult, but the ship needed a science officer right now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 23:00:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once he was done talking to Captain Mitchell, Samuel broke away and headed over to the new arrival in the Observation Lounge.&nbsp; "Ensign Thompson, glad you could make it," he told the young man.&nbsp; "As you know, with Lt. Northrop's death, you are now the Chief Intelligence Officer aboard the McNair.&nbsp; When this crisis is over, Captain Mitchell and I will discuss getting you an official promotion."&nbsp; Sam knew that it would be hard for an Ensign to be taken seriously as a Chief anything Officer.&nbsp; Maybe not straight to Lieutenant, but an LT JG might work for him.<br><br>"For now," he continued.&nbsp; "Your orders are as follows.&nbsp; One: do anything and everything in your power to resolve the current situation.&nbsp; I would recommend going through your files on cultures to see if there's been any similar situation in a Federation culture, for starters.&nbsp; Two: assist superior officers when they request your help.&nbsp; Engineering and Medical are working to solve the problems with the ship and the crew.&nbsp; Three: stay alive.&nbsp; Am I understood?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 19:53:23</strong>
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				Richard was still a little distracted when the Commander MacReady approached. But he quickly snapped out of it. He looked at him very seriously as he was addressed. Hearing orders or other important information had always made him much more alert. So, it looked like it was inevitable now that he was going to go higher up in the ranks. Maybe getting a little promotion would not be so bad. At least they weren't forcing him to jump straight into being a Lieutenant. But he knew that would eventually come in time as he was going to have deal with those in authority.<br><br>The old Richard mentality was going to have to be abandoned if he was going to be an officer on Nova-class ship. He was actually going to have to try now. And that was going to change how he viewed things considerably. This change was by no means instantaneous but he knew it was going to happen. He was going to resist the change, but it was no longer his decision to grow up. He had a crew he had to keep informed.<br><br>"I understand, sir. I shall head over to my files now, sir. And my communicator is on if you or any of the other officers need me." Richard said. He could have left right then but he waited to see if the Commander had anything else to add.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 01:08:28</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Mitchell, determining a course of action</strong><br><br>&lt;note: please read http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82492.msg4264429#msg4264429 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82492.msg4264429#msg4264429)&gt;<br><br>Seated around the Observation table the senior officers listened carefully. Airik attempted to mirror actions of a seeing person. He made a mental note of where voices were heard to give a semblance of a seating chart.<br><br>“We seem to have two issues at hand and let’s dissect them one at a time.” Airik said, attempting to focus the crew into one team.<br><br>“First, we need to permanently remove the life forms from the ship. We need to do this in a manner that is least harmful to the species. It’s not their fault that we’re here and disrupted their home world. They shouldn’t be annihilated for their instinct.” He paused. “It doesn’t appear that we could do a traditional transporter removal. What other options are out there?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 08:14:36</strong>
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				They had tried the agitation from the Gatekeeper on the ashes of Lugus, not that anyone had expected to work, but they all had that outside hope, that itch of a feeling...&nbsp; It had worked on the other bio components.&nbsp; It did not work, much to the disappointment of everyone, despite what they knew.<br><br>"Well, Capt'n, I do think we need to at least show some good will to these creatures.&nbsp; In that we head back to their home planet with our pants around our ankles so to speak and let the life forms we took a way to get back home."&nbsp; Dun's voices almost sounded like the crack of a whip.&nbsp; It wasnt because there was any hostility in his mannerisms, but it seemed to any observing to be more of a state of diaphragm strength than anything else.&nbsp; "Once we get there, maybe we can convince them with actions that we mean them no harm, maybe they will reverse the effects..."<br><br>He trailed off.&nbsp; That didnt even seem right to him.&nbsp; If these creatures were non living, he would have no hang up just blasting them away, cutting, probing to find the answer.<br><br>"Its just that I dont know all that we can do to change what they have done to us, sentient life forms.&nbsp; I dont think they can help us get back to the position we were in before we arrived.&nbsp; Anyone want to volunteer for some test exposure to various and random radiation?&nbsp; I will bring the beer!"<br><br>Dun laughed and looked about him before settling back into his blanket that he had added to his entourage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 18:35:16</strong>
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				Samuel had no sooner finished the initial round of tests in Sickbay when the Senior Staff was summoned back to the Lounge for a sit-down to try and figure out what was happening.&nbsp; "Captain, if I may.&nbsp; We don't have the initial test results back yet, but obviously we have something these bugs want, both in the ship and in our own personal bodies.&nbsp; What if we worked to find out this...thing, and then synthesized a large quantity of it to place on the planet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 02:53:19</strong>
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				Dun could not help himself, "What about synthesized bio neural gel packs?"<br><br>He blinked up at them and then looked over to Commander MacReady, "<em>Excuse</em>, me sir..." and promptly looked down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 04:11:38</strong>
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				<strong>Airik, considering the options</strong><br><br>Airik Mitchell listened carefully as the senior officers brainstormed options. He was glad for the Chief Engineer’s lightheartedness. It spoke volumes for his outlook and was often needed in times of crisis. Dun made a good point as well. Commander MacReady then provided a suggestion that opened the door to something doable. Before Airik could add his comments, Dun jumped in adding to the suggestion. <br><br>“Yes! Great idea!” Airik nodded. “If we can synthesize bio neural gel packs and get them to the planet, what are theories for how the creatures will react? Will they go willingly if we sour their food source on the ship? If we can’t transport them directly, we need to figure out how to create a bread crumb trail to the goodies.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 04:34:47</strong>
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				Tosh listened with a keen ear.&nbsp; The options seemed sound, but there was no telling whether these <em>things</em>, whatever they were, were actually benign as everyone believed.&nbsp; He chose his interjection carefully, waiting for the conversation to die down for just a moment to allow him a voice for his thoughts.<br><br>"Quite frankly, captain, it isn't clear that these bugs are truly as non-aggressive as we believe.&nbsp; They could be attacking us as much as feeding on us or even both.&nbsp; I wouldn't discount a more heavy handed approach just yet."&nbsp; He explained, letting his eyes scan the room for the reactions of the others.<br><br>"We've lost too many crew members already, and two officers, friends among us all, as part of those losses.&nbsp; I do not think we should wait much longer or the rest of us may share their fate."&nbsp; Tosh said firmly before sitting back.&nbsp; The age on his face was apparent, but he was still quite poised as ever.&nbsp; Even aging 10 or 15 years had not taken the fierce warrior from him in the least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 20:43:50</strong>
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				Makari was Risian, his people were not known for the endless ages that some others grew to. They were hardly Vulcans with limitless age. Nor were they like the Captain, capable of sustaining their own lives for countless centuries. Yes, he was more long lived than a human, but so were Targs, so it was hardly the grandest accomplishment that the universe had ever devised. Not that he would ever compare humans and targ. A targ would rip his throat out for it. And humans tended to be... well what was he talking about? Risians, Humans, Vulcans, they all looked remarkably similar, a slight to one was nearly a slight to the others. And he... was rambling inside his head. Was that a sign of old age?<br><br>Makari didn't know. But he did know his mind was still sharp as a trap, wasn't it? Maybe the joints had become rusty, but his mind was intact. A rusty trap. That made him sound useful. To be honest he really didn't know what the effects of old age should be on him or anyone else. Unnatural aging was hardly a well studied phenomenon at all, and the fact they were experiencing it all for a unique set of reasons under conditions which had never before been encountered? It seemed as if ANYTHING were fair game when it came to symptoms and ailments. Even death. And that was a sobering enough reminder that he had more to do than sit and be alone with his thoughts. <br><br>He shook his head and pulled his focus back on the mission. "I think we can assume that there is no nefarious intentions here, otherwise why would they target us in such a random way? And what would be the purpose? This is basically a first contact gone wrong, with an entity we can not hope to have a conversation with.... a first contact with some wild untamed part of nature if you want... hardly the kindest first contact but then I doubt neanderthal man had a lovely first encounter with a mastodon, yet they were hardly blood feuding enemies, just a man and a beast..." Makari suggested with a small shrug of his shoulders. <br><br>"Of course we do have to stop it, and reverse the effects... as the commander said our tests are barely under way, but what we have discovered so far is promising, both with the transporter scans ans scans on his unique... invulnerability..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 02:53:33</strong>
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				Airik Mitchell continued to listen. The voice of reason in this situation, Lieutenant Tosh, made an important point. What was the limit of their appreciation for non-sentient life? Airik thought about his dog back in his quarters. He was conflicted.<br><br>"You make a good point Lieutenant." Airik noted.<br><br>"I agree with Commander Osiel. I believe that these entities are acting on instinct or impulse rather than mal-intent." Airik thought for a moment. "Though I'm not sure that excuses any actions or the loss of life."<br><br>Airik turned to Dun. "Lieutenant, is there a way we could modify the deflector dish to project synthesized biological matter, creating the bread trail?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 00:03:46</strong>
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				It seemed that the senior staff managed to lay out the plans for the expulsion of the entities from the crew's bodies as well as the ship's internal systems. More so than biological matter, it was the combination of elements within organic material that attracted the bugs. The deflector array could be programmed to project a rich supply of organic elements, thus giving a concentrated trail to the planet.<br><br>"Doctor," Captain Mitchell looked to Sahara Tir. "With your empathic abilities, I would like to assign you to lead the rehabilitation efforts. We've lost many crew and I believe your medical and psychiatric expertise will be the most helpful."<br><br>The Ba'Ku turned to the crew. "Science will work in Medical to undo the effects of the bugs. Dismissed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 11:42:53</strong>
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				Val stood up as they were all dismissed...&nbsp; He had been quiet through the entire meeting, now he spoke up, "Sir...&nbsp; I'm not sure where I could be of the most help?"&nbsp; He was having the mood swings of his new age now, in the standard set of happy, sad, angry, and horny was also insecurity.&nbsp; He doubted himself, this was oh too common in so many races, but when he was this young he had trouble dealing with it.&nbsp; Now, he wasn't any better at it.&nbsp; He needed something to do.&nbsp; Something to put his mind to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 02:58:40</strong>
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				The meeting concluded, Sam stood up to head with the heads of Science and Medical to go back to Sickbay to assist with the clearing out of the bugs from the systems of the crew.&nbsp; The First Officer felt good about this particular plan.&nbsp; It seemed well-thought out and logical.&nbsp; And if, for some reason, it didn't work, then they knew that there was something else here afoot besides the idea of the bioneural gel that these creatures seemed to be after.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 18:37:03</strong>
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				"Well, Captain, not sure exactly, let me work on that and get back to yeah!&nbsp; It may be as simple as leading them back to the planet surface with a beam of what we know of as chronitrons, and then there can be a ready food source waiting for them, ie, the bio neural gel packs.&nbsp; What would be ideal is if the food source we gave them would be sustainable, but I am not sure how to make that happen..."<br><br>Dun looked about in though and left with all else gathered when the meeting was dismissed.<br><br>"If I was a botanist, I would try and attack this from another angle, but they obviously have a taste for technology..."<br><br>Not sure where he was needed, Dun raced through the ship at very unsafe speeds on his hover chair.&nbsp; This was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced in a technological and mechanical application.&nbsp; Yes, he had worked with the Gatekeeper, and yes...&nbsp; It was far more advanced than his chair, but his chair was fun!&nbsp; Time passed and he figured he needed to be responsible and actually help out his crew with the purging of the pesky carnivorous chronitrons.<br><br>"Off to the Gatekeeper room!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 01:57:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg4348566#msg4348566">Quote from: titanshadow on 09-03-2011, 11:42:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Val stood up as they were all dismissed...&nbsp; He had been quiet through the entire meeting, now he spoke up, "Sir...&nbsp; I'm not sure where I could be of the most help?"&nbsp; He was having the mood swings of his new age now, in the standard set of happy, sad, angry, and horny was also insecurity.&nbsp; He doubted himself, this was oh too common in so many races, but when he was this young he had trouble dealing with it.&nbsp; Now, he wasn't any better at it.&nbsp; He needed something to do.&nbsp; Something to put his mind to.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Captain Airik Mitchell stopped as Lieutenant th-Zarth approached him. He could tell that the Andorian seemed off slightly. No doubt the shifting of time experienced by crew was unsettling. Especially for those species that have very specific psycho-physiological changes. Many humanoid species experienced some discomfort with hormones and mood swings...others such as Vulcans, Andorians, and Betazoids experienced significant changes.<br><br>"You've done a fine job keeping it together Lieutenant. I'm sure it's difficult for you." Airik reassured the Andorian.<br><br>"Do you think your scientific background could help out in sickbay with Commander Osiel?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 06:03:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=118475.msg5162670#msg5162670">Quote from: Chelemar on 05-09-2011, 04:19:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Captain."&nbsp; Darrin nodded as he made his way to his seat, as usual, studying the tall man's face for any sign of what might be in store for the ship, and as usual, he failed. <em> If anything, the Captain had a helluva poker face.</em>&nbsp; He mused.<br><br>He sat his tricorder on the table; he had it prepared to record should it be necessary, and waited for the others to arrive.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 16:27:09</strong>
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				Dun strolled into the Observation Lounge whistling something that you just did not quite catch.&nbsp; Like he was skipping every third note so you could not catch on.&nbsp; He was radiant.&nbsp; It was well circulated about the ship what he and Helmsman Cassidy had done to the atmospheric now space capable and much enhanced Wave Rider.&nbsp; He had written up a review to Starfleet of the new specs and design as headed up by Cassidy herself.&nbsp; All had been well received and he was happy, he could not help but to break regs just this time, with a bit of a whistle.<br><br>"Capt'n," Dun smiled at Captain Mitchel warmly before turning to greet Darrin with a nod.&nbsp; He sat with his own PADD at the table and whistled to himself pleasantly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 19:02:55</strong>
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				Cate Cassidy, while always on the chipper side, definitely had a bit more of a spring in her step than usual.&nbsp; It had been a shore leave to make any grease-monkey quiver, leaving a bright and dimpled smile on her cherub-like porcelain face.&nbsp; She really felt as though she had made an important contribution to her new ship, perhaps even Starfleet as a whole!&nbsp; Dun was more than gracious in crediting her as head of the project, when it had most definitely been a team effort.&nbsp; He knew how much something like that would mean for a young ensign's record, and she was very grateful for it.<br><br>With that newly enhanced spring in her step, Cassidy practically bounded into the Observation lounge, head full of fiery hair flying behind her like her own personal comet tail.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello, Captain," she said merrily to her CO before taking a seat next to Dun.&nbsp; "Lieutenant," Cate greeted him, along with a particular grin that had never fully left her face since the Wave Rider.<br><br>Most pleasantly, and with a bit of a mischievous glint in her eyes, she turned to Darrin and quietly murmured, "I'm glad to see you're still the proper height and age, Lieutenant Falkin."&nbsp; Part of Cate would now always picture Darrin as a toddler skipping down the corridors of the ship, calling for her to keep up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 21:31:00</strong>
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				The leave had been far, far too short for his liking, but reluctantly, Tosh returned to his duties.&nbsp; He wondered when he would be able to get Brady alone again.&nbsp; Being on a starship didn't exactly give much privacy.&nbsp; At least he had his own personal quarters.&nbsp; The Angosian was starting to ponder the ramifications of inviting a junior member of the crew to his quarters.&nbsp; He shook the thought from his head as he walked down the corridor.&nbsp; They had apparently been assigned another mission.&nbsp; The captain would likely be laying out all the details in the meeting he had been called to.&nbsp; That reminded him though.&nbsp; Would the captain care about his little jaunt with Brady?&nbsp; Did he even know about what they shared...or perhaps wanted to share?&nbsp; Did it really matter?&nbsp; His instinct said no.&nbsp; His duty came first.&nbsp; However, something deeper told him that it was more than that.&nbsp; He'd never been good with emotions, but he could quite possibly say that he was feeling something while with the young ensign.<br><br>The doors to the lounge slid open to reveal the sparsely populated room.&nbsp; Only the chief engineer, the young ensign Cassidy, and the captain were in residence so far.&nbsp; Tosh walked in and took a seat in the middle of the row of chairs on one side of the table.&nbsp; He looked to them all, giving a slight nod, but only speaking to the captain.&nbsp; "Captain.&nbsp; Good to be back."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 02:40:13</strong>
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				Darrin grinned first at the whistling man then at the chipper redhead as they entered one right before the other.&nbsp; "Catchy tune there Chief."&nbsp; He called.&nbsp; Turning his own shade of red before rising to greet the Helmswoman, Ensign Cassidy.&nbsp; "And, I must say it was quite a treat being in such a beautiful woman's arms."&nbsp; he winked at her, teasing right back.&nbsp; Though, now that you've changed my nickers, I feel the need to call you ''Mom.'"&nbsp; he couldn't resist adding with mock seriousness. <br><br>"By the way, I heard congratulations were due to the both of you concerning The Waverider."&nbsp; He smiled at them both as he offered his hand to first the Chief then the Ensign.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning at the sound of the door opening yet again, he returned Lt. Tosh's nod as he entered the room.&nbsp; He couldn't help but wonder where the Lt. Commander was.&nbsp; <em>But then,</em> he though, <em>he was a late comer</em>.&nbsp; A soft smile crossed his face at that though, <em>but so worth it when he did come at last. <br></em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 04:26:24</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Mitchell as the Senior Officers assemble</strong><br><br>The Captain arrived in the Observation Lounge with the Counselor and the Assistant Chief Medical Officer before other officers arrived. The first, not surprisingly, was the ever prompt Chief Engineer. “Lieutenant.” Airik responded. Before he was able to introduce the new officers, Cate entered. “Hello, Ensign.” He nodded to her.<br><br>Next was the Chief Security Officer. The Angosian had been on Airik’s mind for several reasons. On the forefront was the upcoming mission. Airik wasn’t certain exactly how the Angosian would take the announcement. Airik suddenly wished he had the opportunity to speak with Tosh beforehand. On the back of his mind was the surprise meeting Airik had with the Senior Officer and the young nurse Brady. Brady also happened to be the nephew of Airik’s partner, Admiral Dallas Vincent. Was there reason to speak about that as well? Airik was even more confused about meddling in Brady’s life, but there was an unspoken pact with Dallas.<br><br>The Chief Medical Officer entered after the Angosian. “Doctor, I’m not sure if you’ve had an opportunity to meet your new Assistant Chief Medical Officer. She only recently came aboard. Nella De'Lon. This is also our new Counselor, Jeela Lurae,” Airik motioned to the Orion and Bajoran.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 19:44:21</strong>
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				Fashionably late. That was all it was, right? If you showed up as a meeting started you were simply fashionably late. At least that was exactly what he would tell anyone who asked WHY he hadn't been one of the first butts into one of the first chairs at the first meeting of their... not first mission. That had become a lot of firsts. He was glad the last wasn't keeping in trend, it would have meant all kinds of time bending and they had gone through enough of that to last seven lifetimes already!<br><br>Makari grinned to himself as he stepped into the room. He let the smile fade away as he took in the faces of the assembled group. Fashionably late was one thing. Late and looking like the cat that just swallowed the canary whole? That was an entirely different thing, likely to get him some sort of court-martial, mandatory psych evaluation, or strange combination of the two. Especially since he had almost shown up in his GOLD uniform. The one he wore as second officer and OPS officer. That would have caused all manner of looks. He was second officer and Science now. Blue uniform. It went better with his eyes anyway. And he had to press the uniform since it had been so new... that was his second excuse if asked.<br><br>No one asked for any excuses as he sat though. For the moment he was safe. "Chief Science Officer reporting for meeting, sir," Makari said in a formal tone, one that danced on the edge of boredom but sat firmly in the good officer tones all the same. He was Risian, he was... well he was himself, he couldn't help it. And a quick glance around the room showed him he wasn't the last to arrive, he could afford to be bored, he was apparently EARLY after all..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 20:24:39</strong>
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				Sam hurried through the corridors of the McNair, trying to get to the Observation Lounge so that he could sit in on the meeting of the new ship's staff...as well as the briefing for their second mission.&nbsp; Hoo boy.&nbsp; The first mission had been plenty of a doozy, so who knew what number <em>two</em> would bring about?&nbsp; Hopefully nothing that involved time-eating parasitical beings from an uninhabited planet near the Romulan Neutral Zone...MacReady was starting to wonder if this was the new NCC-1701...the story certainly sounded fantastical enough for it.<br><br>Arriving on the bridge, he found the door occupied by another of his contemporaries.&nbsp; Stepping in the door right behind the Risian, he nodded to the Captain.&nbsp; "Forgive my lateness, Captain," he spoke to the Ba'ku.&nbsp; "I was tied up meeting some of the new members of the crew."&nbsp; He was relieved to see, at least, that the meeting had not yet started.&nbsp; That was good.&nbsp; "Excuse me."&nbsp; Moving his way past other persons, he took his seat at the Captain's right hand, making sure to evoke the imagery for the new officers present.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 02:46:01</strong>
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				<strong>Meeting begins</strong><br><br>“Please be seated.” The Captain announced as the final crew entered the Observation Lounge. People took various seats around the long table. “I hope that you all had ample opportunity to take advantage of the accommodations and respite this break has offered.” His eyes lingered for a moment on Lieutenant Tosh, but he casually surveyed around the room. Many had smiles and a few nodded.<br><br>“I’d like to introduce two of our final crew to round out our officer staff.” Airik motioned. “This is Counselor Jeela Lurae.” He pointed to the Bajoran woman. “And this is Doctor Nella De'Lon, our Assistant Chief Medical Officer.” He then pointed to the Orion woman. “Welcome aboard.” Airik smiled warmly. “There will be time for you to meet the other officers after the briefing.”<br><br>Airik sat back in his seat and tapped the console in front of him on the table. A holographic image of a planet appeared. “Our next assignment should be a departure from our last.” The planet rotated slightly as it hovered. “In 2366, the Angosian government petitioned for membership in the Federation, and the USS Enterprise-D was dispatched to conduct a follow-up visit. During this visit, it was learned that the Angosian government unduly held Tarsian War veterans as prisoners on one of Angosia's moons, Lunar V. These veterans were subjected to bio-chemical and psychological enhancements in order to shift the tide of the war. After several attempts at unsuccessful reintegration, the soldiers were labeled prisoners of war and isolated. As a result of the investigation, Federation membership was postponed.”<br><br>The Ba’ku paused a moment to let the history lesson settle. <br><br>“The Angosian government has resubmitted their petition on the grounds of complete reintegration and unification of the people of Angosia III. We’re being sent to investigate the petition.” Airik tapped the console. “Three teams will be sent on separate Away Teams to investigate and report findings. One team, will be hosted by the Angosian government officials – the Prime Minister and the Senate.” The image of the planet vanished and was replaced with a government building, assumed to be the Senate.<br><br>Airik tapped the console again. “A second team will be sent into the capital city to investigate.” The government building was replaced with a scene in a market.<br><br>Airik tapped the console a fourth time. “The third team will investigate the former penal colony on Lunar V.” The marketplace was replaced with an image of the orbiting moon. He tapped the console a final time and the image vanished.<br><br>“Questions?”<br><br>Source: http://en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Angosia_III (http://en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Angosia_III)<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 21:36:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Makari probably shouldn't have pulled a cheshire cat grin at the prospect of NOT being the last person to arrive to the meeting, especially when the last to arrive was the XO. Score one for second officer, efficient and on time compared to the boss. Now if only he could arrive before the captain... hard to do when he was the man calling for the meetings... Okay so grinning was fine, or at least inevitable. He had the common sense to not voice his thoughts aloud though so that more than made up for the grinning he did allow himself. <br><br>In all seriousness though, Makari focused as the meeting started and two new crew members were introduced to them all. He gave them both nods and waves. "Welcome aboard, always nice to see the medical side of things fleshing out, keeps us from falling over sick in our chairs and they stop asking science to play doctor..." Makari grinned and let the thought trail off. He couldn't recall ever being asked to play doctor. Not since he had left Risa at any rate. Okay, all seriousness mode... starting now! <br><br>He listened as the captain spoke, watched him tap away at the console in front of himself, flashing it from one image to the next. They should invent something to remove the excessive need for tapping... No, he would save that for engineering, they needed things to do anyway, especially since it seemed as if their new mission fell more in the political and diplomatic end of the spectrum. <br><br>"I wouldn't put much faith in the governmental spin of things, a whitewashed view of their world was what they handed out last time, why would it be different this time? Especially now that they know just what to hide from us if need be," Makari stated. He wasn't sure how true it was, but a corrupt government, or one that had no qualm hiding away some of its own people at any rate, that had not changed leaders was likely bound to continue its same mistakes. But the Federation was nothing if not a place of second chances and room to grow and expand one's views and ways of being. So he could state the pessimistic, but they had to go into things optimistic all the same.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 18:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik listened as the Risian Science Chief and Second Officer offered an opinion. "Yes, I agree that we need to be vigilant in our data collection and take any anecdotal evidence with a grain of salt. The decisions we make should be made utilizing all information possible." <br><br>He looked around the table to see if there were other comments or questions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 18:38:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tosh listened to the briefing with no more show of emotion than any other time he was around his fellow crew members.&nbsp; The subject was intriguing though.&nbsp; He'd only ever heard of what had happened on Angosia though his parents took some caution in giving details.&nbsp; Looking back on it, he could tell things had been harsh, however.&nbsp; Angosia was not personal to him as it was to his parents.&nbsp; He'd only ever known Earth, his birthplace.&nbsp; This new mission sparked some curiosity though.&nbsp; It would be interesting to see exactly what the Angosians, both natural and genetically enhanced, had to go through in the time of war.&nbsp; He couldn't imagine it being easy for either side.<br><br>"Captain, are we to believe that the Angosians have simply had a change of heart?&nbsp; I don't see what could have changed in the past several years to warrant even considering their admittance into the Federation," Tosh said, finally speaking up.&nbsp; He then wondered what ramifications this would have on those Angosians living as a part of the Federation already.&nbsp; His parents would not see this as a pleasant event.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 22:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The response was the one Makari had expected from the captain. Not the typical Starfleet nonesense about trusting everyone and expecting the best, unless they were Romulan or Ferengi, instead it was the practical&nbsp; kind of response. They would hope for the best of course, but they would not walk in blindly or foolishly, and they would hardly take politicians at their word without any proof supporting the claims they made. Makari nodded at the response and waited as Tosh then voiced his own concerns, glad to see that more of the staff were not ready to walk in blindly.<br><br>"I would like to request a meeting with someone from their scientific community, a government representative if necessary, but someone just in the industry if possible, clearly they have advanced skill if they created these soldiers and if I can encounter a scientist unhappy with things or boastful about their work... well let's just agree scientists tend to be far less toe the line and tight lipped than a politician," Makari suggested, looking towards the captain as he did so to see his take on the idea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 22:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Neilla listened carefully to the mission and the questions that were asked.&nbsp; She nodded her head a couple of times, agreeing with the questions asked, especially about being able to speak to scientists.&nbsp; She carefully made notes on her padd as she tried to think through the mission.&nbsp; Being new to the crew and fresh from the Academy Nella had only touched briefly on the Agosian situation, but it would be a good reference if they would be able to read what the Enterprise crew had found out.<br><br>She cleared her throat, nervous about asking a question, "Erm, Captain, " she said softly, "would it be possible for us to read the Enterprises evaluation?&nbsp; It would be interesting to see what they recorded back then and what we will be presented with now.&nbsp; Will we be able to examine those who were re intergrated?&nbsp; It is always a problematic event, I would be interested to see how they have achieved it and what effects on the lives of those who have been successfully put back into their society, it has had." She swallowed nervously, hoping she wasn't stepping out of line with her requests.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 22:51:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeela had wanted to speak a couple of times and also agreeing with the questions that were asked.&nbsp; She too was new to the crew but she already had a good general knowledge of the crew and their tendencies.&nbsp; What the unknown was about this mission was the impacts of the regular people that had to see this integration process.&nbsp; She smiled softly at Nella's request and t was something along the lines of what she was thinking about herself, but Jeela had wanted to take things a step further.<br><br>"Captain, I would like to take the flip side of the coin.&nbsp; I am sure that this would be a traumatic event for the people that had to be integrated back in but I would like to get some opinions from the people that are already there.&nbsp; I would like to hear their feelings about the soldiers being re-integrated.&nbsp; Hopfully that by gauging from the population's view of the situation, than I can get an idea of how easy or hard this process would be."&nbsp; She suggested in almost a professional manner.&nbsp; Looking back at Nella, Jeela could tell that Nella was very nervous as she herself let out a wide smile.&nbsp; Softly she whispered over to Nella, "Don't worry.&nbsp; You are doing great.", hoping that would give Nella some more confidence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 10:58:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing what ones forte was and when to use it to full advantage and realizing that you best just help with this one from the side lines was one of those blasted characteristics that always tagged the Chief Engineer as seasoned and wise...&nbsp; Grrr....&nbsp; But it was the only card he had for this, the second mission for the McNair.&nbsp; If there was one thing Dun was not, it was politician.&nbsp; Give me a warp core breach in zero g in hazard suits with a radiation filled environment as the borg open a hyper warp conduit corridor into your area of space...&nbsp; Dun visibly shuttered a moment as the thought coursed through him.&nbsp; Yeah, this was not his thing.<br><br>As everyone participated in the conversation, Dun simply studied all the faces present all back to normal.&nbsp; And there were the new additions.&nbsp; New faces and new people to protect in this big science experiment of a production vessel.&nbsp; As he waited to just meet each ones gaze, he smiled softly and nodded before turning his gaze to the next crew member around the table from himself.&nbsp; "<em>We got this and I have your back, whatever you need from me, I can make it work!</em>" Dun thought at them all loud and clear.<br><br>His eyes ended with that of the Captains.&nbsp; Dun communicated with a glance and the same reassuring nod that he had nothing to contribute but all that he and the McNair had to offer.&nbsp; The Federation had entrusted the McNair with Capt'n Mitchell, Duns job was to keep her flying.&nbsp; He would do so with all his power.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 19:27:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Mitchell listened carefully as the officers offered questions and noted various suggestions for the mission.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg5194264#msg5194264">Quote from: kaz on 11-09-2011, 22:37:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She cleared her throat, nervous about asking a question, "Erm, Captain, " she said softly, "would it be possible for us to read the Enterprises evaluation?&nbsp; It would be interesting to see what they recorded back then and what we will be presented with now.&nbsp; Will we be able to examine those who were re intergrated?&nbsp; It is always a problematic event, I would be interested to see how they have achieved it and what effects on the lives of those who have been successfully put back into their society, it has had." She swallowed nervously, hoping she wasn't stepping out of line with her requests.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik nodded his head in affirmation. "Most definitely, I'll be sure you all have access to the Enterprise records. Other than the personal logs there are no confidential files on the previous Angosian mission."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg5194376#msg5194376">Quote from: Angel Fire on 11-09-2011, 22:51:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Captain, I would like to take the flip side of the coin.&nbsp; I am sure that this would be a traumatic event for the people that had to be integrated back in but I would like to get some opinions from the people that are already there.&nbsp; I would like to hear their feelings about the soldiers being re-integrated.&nbsp; Hopfully that by gauging from the population's view of the situation, than I can get an idea of how easy or hard this process would be."&nbsp; She suggested in almost a professional manner.&nbsp; Looking back at Nella, Jeela could tell that Nella was very nervous as she herself let out a wide smile.&nbsp; Softly she whispered over to Nella, "Don't worry.&nbsp; You are doing great.", hoping that would give Nella some more confidence.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I think it is an excellent angle and one that should be investigated." Airik continued. "I think it's important to put context around this mission. We are merely here as scientific experts and will utilize our expertise to make a recommendation to the Federation Council. Our investigation is not the only reassessment to which the Angosians will be subjected."<br><br>Airik paused for a moment and then made his decision.<br><br>"There were will three away teams." Airik motioned to the Counselor. "Counselor, you and I shall lead an away team with the government along with our Intelligence Officer Thompson. I'll be interested in your perceptions on their behaviors. It will be probably the most direct diplomatically sensitive part of this mission."<br><br>"The second team will be led by Commander MacReady and will consist of Brady Vincent and Mazon Perim. Your objective will be to investigate the city."<br><br>"The third team will be led by Commander Osiel and will include Lieutenant Tosh and engineer Kroken Liara. You will be assigned the Luna V colony."<br><br>Airik turned to the remaining officers. "Dun, Cate, I need you to take command of the ship. We also know that the Angosians have the unique ability to mask transporter and bio-signatures. I'd like you to do some reconnaissance work from the air. Nothing to alarm masses of people, but thorough enough to determine if we're missing anything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:13:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cate smiled broadly and nodded when the Captain handed down her and Dun's assignment.&nbsp; "Subtle and stealthy, Captain," she assured.&nbsp; The young redhead had mostly listened with silent fascination through the entire briefing, not jumping in but just soaking up every bit, she hadn't expected to be assigned such an important role!&nbsp; Now those butterflies from her first day aboard were nesting in her stomach once more, but they felt almost welcome.&nbsp; This was why she had joined Starfleet, to do good and enjoy the adventure.<br><br>Her already over-active brain began racing with a million ideas, and she found herself wishing Dun was telepathic so they wouldn't have to wait to discuss plans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 01:24:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard strolled in the room rubbing at his temple as if there was something aching him. There was a slight headache that he had since he had gotten up that morning. It was not much and he had just taken some meds to get rid of it but it was just the wait till they worked through his blood stream. But that was going to be second to the fact that he had to pay attention to this meeting since he was technically a senior officer though he felt as though in the last mission he had not been all that helpful which had led to him more or less staying in the ship during leave which is why no one else on the ship really interacted with him all that much.<br><br>Now it was time to get down to business once more so that they could continue on their primary mission as well as the current one which had come through command and been given to the captain as always. He could have found out what it was but he chose against it. He preferred if he was just as informed as they were when he went into a briefing like this with the rest of the crew.<br><br>While he leaned forward to put his leg over the front of the chair to sit down he looked in the direction of the Captain and nodded. “Sorry I am late. I had to grab some medicine on my way here for my headache.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 08:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeela nodded softly at the late arrival of Thompson.&nbsp; She did not have a chance to check his own background but from his own excuse of being late, she took his word for it.&nbsp; "Maybe Doctor Della should take a look at you before we go out planetside? Just to be safe?"&nbsp; She suggested as she looked back at the Captain.<br><br>Jeela knew that she would have to deal with diplomats and politicians at first.&nbsp; As with most fact finding missions, she knew that this was going to be the main part of her duties aboard a starship in most away teams but listning to evryne else's suggestions and seeing the history of the Angosians, she really hoped that she could get down to the bottom of the general population and see thier views of the integration process.&nbsp; How would the population think if the solders that they had wisked away like they were nothing have to come back and be reintegrated into society?&nbsp; This was the key question in her own mind.<br><br>She knew that the Captain knew best as they would have to start at the top... with politicians and all.&nbsp; Jeela was not fond of politicians at all as she knew that most of them would try to say things to thier own benefit but for now, she would trust her Captain and hope inside of her mind that she could see things clearly from both sides of the window.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 09:55:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nella smiled at the Counsellor with a slight nod of her head in the woman's direction.&nbsp; She would have to make sure she spent some time with the Bajoran Counsellor, she liked the way she was already behaving towards her.&nbsp; Nella had been treated in so many different ways over the past few years she knew various races and individuals had their own preconceptions about Orions.&nbsp; Most had been surprised to find out she wasn't all sex and no brains.&nbsp; In fact for Nella it was often a lack of sex as she was working hard on her studies.&nbsp; Now she was qualified, but there was still a lot to learn.<br><br>The team assignments were handed out and she felt a little saddened that she wasn't on any of the away teams.&nbsp; She had been hoping that at least one might have a Nella sized spot.&nbsp; But she guessed it was because she was new on board.&nbsp; She sighed quietly, thinking she could immerse herself in reading the various reports and see what she could turn up from them.&nbsp; She was sure there would be plenty for her to do on the ship whilst the away teams were planetside.&nbsp; Still that didn't ease her disappointment any.<br><br>When another Officer arrived late she looked at him with more interest when he mentioned a headache.&nbsp; She wondered when the crew last underwent physicals.&nbsp; Maybe it was time for her to look at their own records.&nbsp; But then she wasn't the CMO, she would liaise with him and see what he wanted her too do.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you wanted to stop by sickbay Ensign I'll be happy to help in any way" she offered to him, smiling once more at Jeela.&nbsp; Yes, she would definitely have to get to know the Counsellor better.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 02:22:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Mitchell looked around the room for other signs of questions or comments. "I hope that this will be a fairly straightforward mission." Frankly, the first mission of the ship was supposed to be fairly straightforward. It gave Airik reason to pause.<br><br>"If there are no other questions or comments, please return to your duties. We'll set a course for Angosia III and be underway when all crew have returned from their leave." <br><br>Airik noted. "Counselor and Mr. Thompson, perhaps we could discuss our assignment briefly?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 22:48:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The teams were assigned, and Makari nodded his head in acceptance of his role in it all. Leading one of the teams, he could handle that. The team to the prison. He could handle that too. Not science. Not Ops. But prison. Okay. Good thing he had taken that beginners handcuff class back on Risa...<br><br>"I would appreciate someone tracking down a scientist and speaking with them," Makari added after the Captain had called the mission to an end. As he would be leading the team that went to the former prison he had a doubt he would run into any scientists. Criminals, prisoners of war, disgruntled guards, wardens... the list of people he may encounter was near endless, scientists did not seem to be on it though. He could trust the others to handle the task. Talking was easy, getting others to talk even easier. <br><br>"Lieutenant, if you would like to get together with myself and engineer Liara, then we could get things sorted and have a plan in mind before we arrive?" Makari suggested as he stood from his place in the observation lounge and headed for the doors. The captain had claimed right of seniority to use the room to talk with his team, and Makari figured that yelling shotgun and taking the next table would just look odd, so his group would meet another place, and discuss... not getting shot while in a prison, and fun stuff like that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 23:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Mitchell began to escort his away team to the ready room to prepare. Before leaving, he stopped Commander Osiel. "Makari, I'd like you to take the Assistant Chief Medical Officer on your team. Having a medical perspective might prove helpful." He nodded to the Orion physician. Perhaps she would be able to get a first hand view of their re- or de-programming efforts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 03:58:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, Captain."&nbsp; Jeela mentioned as she heard the suggestion from the Captain.&nbsp; Just before leaving the ready room, Jeela had heard the Captain mentioning that Nella was going to go on an away team.&nbsp; Deep inside, she was very happy for her as she let out a soft and encouraging smile towards the Orion Doctor.<br><br>Heading back towards the Ready Room, Jeela was ready to offer any advice that she could give in the situation that was to come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 20:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aye, Capt'n, I shall try and keep her in the air for you and return her without so much as a scratch!"&nbsp; Dun's Irish eyes were smiling as was he, even if it was just the right hand corner of his mouth that was twitching.&nbsp; Looking to his left were Cate sat, he paused a moment in a look of thought before he met her eyes.&nbsp; The twitch at the corner of his mouth became a full smile as he placed his hands upon the table making to stand up.<br><br>"Well, Ensign Cassidy, it appears we have our work cut out for us.&nbsp; Detect something that isn't meant to be detected...&nbsp; On top of this, if they truly came to terms with this issue of theirs, there will not be an example for us to work with.&nbsp; Let us comb the archives and see if we can put ourselves in the general ball park of a solution."<br><br>With that, he stood and made his way to the door just behind the Captain's group.&nbsp; With him were some of the new crew members to whom he offered a handshake and a greeting as they exited the Observation Lounge.<br><br>~~Passing to the bridge~~
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 21:01:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tosh nodded to his assignment though his reservations for working with Commander Osiel were still running through his head.&nbsp; He didn't let it get in the way of the mission though.&nbsp; His personal feelings regarding the man's professional demeanor could be held off for another time.&nbsp; The security chief stood from his seat and headed for the door.&nbsp; <br><br>With the mission just beginning, he had several questions running through his mind.&nbsp; What would they find on the lunar colony?&nbsp; Had the Angosian's actually changed any?&nbsp; Was this really a diplomatic mission or was there something deeper they had yet to discover?&nbsp; Amongst other things, why was Brady assigned to join them?&nbsp; It wasn't that he was not well equipped.&nbsp; That was far from the reason why Tosh seemed to be worried about the fact.&nbsp; Worry was probably the most appropriate word.&nbsp; If he was worried, perhaps he did feel something for the young man.&nbsp; The thought made him stop in his tracks momentarily.&nbsp; Damn the meeting.&nbsp; He wanted to see Brady again, but his sense of duty was entirely too strong for that.<br><br>Tosh left the lounge and went about his business until such time that Commander Osiel would have them meet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 22:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg5214637#msg5214637">Quote from: alxnjsh on 15-09-2011, 23:56:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Captain Mitchell began to escort his away team to the ready room to prepare. Before leaving, he stopped Commander Osiel. "Makari, I'd like you to take the Assistant Chief Medical Officer on your team. Having a medical perspective might prove helpful." He nodded to the Orion physician. Perhaps she would be able to get a first hand view of their re- or de-programming efforts.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Makari gave a nod as the captain tagged an additional member onto his team. He was glad to have some medical support to back him up. He had no doubt they would remain safe and healthy, but he also knew they were digging into a messy situation that involved genetic tampering, who better than a doctor to dig into that with him? A geneticist. Okay yeah, but a doctor was good too....<br><br>"Understood sir," Makari said jovially before he stepped out of the observation lounge and into the outer hallway. Once walking along the pathway alone he spoke up to the thin air. "Computer, send a message to the ACMO, Lieutenant Tosh, and engineer Liara, informing them to meet in the Chief Science Officer's office within the next half hour," Makari figured that would be enough time to let them sort their thoughts and get ready before he spoke with them and tried to see where their opinions of the mission lay. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Observation Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 10:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cate nodded to what Dun suggested, her mind continuing to work on the problem.&nbsp; "Should be an enjoyable challenge," sh e replied, her strawberry brows slightly furrowed in tentative concentration.&nbsp; With the meeting dismissed she made her way to the bridge, excited to get the mission underway.<br><br>~Continued on the bridge~
			</dd>
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