USS McNair - Bridge [archive]
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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Bridge [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 04:15:05</strong>
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				As the turbolift drew to a light stop and the doors whirred open, Alexi took a deep breath and looked out onto the bridge for this first time.&nbsp; It was actually the first time he had set foot on a bridge outside of training.&nbsp; As part of the medical and counseling departments, and not a department head, he had had virtually no reason to move outside the medical and crew areas of his previous ships.<br><br>With the view of someone who held this area in a kind of awe, he took a couple of steps out and looked around with a wide-eyed gaze.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, he pushed down the excitement and nerves and tried to just enjoy the novelty of the moment - he knew that within weeks, the bridge would become just another part of his day and that he wouldn't spare time to enjoy it.&nbsp; A quick glance around showed that the Captain or First Officer weren't currently on the bridge proper so he allowed himself the luxury of walking around slowly and looking at all the terminals.&nbsp; <br><br>He could almost hear his mother saying what all mothers had said many times, "Look but don't touch", as he tried to take it on board and apply what he knew of different departments to the options currently displayed on each station.&nbsp; Adroitly he moved between the staff on duty, smiling but not engaging, confident in his position while he waited for the Captain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 07:07:42</strong>
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				Karn came out onto the bridge from the Captain's Ready Room shortly before the Captain himself and his First Officer. His keen eyes noticed movement to his right. His first reaction was to draw his phaser but he cut himself short. It was just a wide eyed tourist, and while he would've been treated roughly on a Klingon ship, if not killed outright, Karn had to remind himself that this <em>wasn't</em> a Klingon ship.<br><br>Karn walked over to his station without so much as a word, checking to see if everything was in order.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:35:24</strong>
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				Airik paused again. He seemed to do it nearly every time he walked out onto the bridge. His bridge. It was nerve wracking and euphoria inducing. "Puts a smile to your face, doesn't it Commander?" Airik asked as he surveyed the bridge. The Klingon immediately took to his post with a thorough inspection. The Captain then noticed another one of his senior officers looking around.<br><br>"Counselor Rei! Welcome to the Nova." Airik said walking over to the Betazoid. His people, the Ba'ku, and Betazoids shared similarities - temperaments, philosophies. The Captain also couldn't help but notice the Counselor wasn’t all that bad looking. Alexi managed to inherit the exotic features of the Betazoid people and Airik appreciated that.<br><br>“This is Commander Samuel Elliot MacReady.” Airik introduced the two.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 06:46:28</strong>
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				Karn inspected the Tactical station with a trained eye. Everything was in working order. He heard a deep rumbling come from his stomach, and looked down in surprise. He wasn't embarrassed though, it was just the body's way of telling you that it needed food to give it strength.<br>He looked up at the Captain and said "Captain. Everything checks out here, I'm going to go down to the Lounge and get something to eat. I have my badge if you need me."<br><br>With that, he walked over to the turbolift doors and waited for a second, seeing if the Captain would stop him. He only waited about five seconds though, before he walked into the turbolift and directed it to take him to the <strong>Crew Lounge</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 14:04:10</strong>
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				Alexi heard people exiting from the ready room but, before he could turn, he suddenly sensed a strong burst of aggressive, almost violent, emotion.&nbsp; For the barest second, Alexi froze and was about to swing into defensive action when he felt the very strong emotion being suppressed.&nbsp; Feeling strong relief himself, Alexi blinked and turned to survey the bridge proper.<br><br>Three new faces were present, all of which he recognised from his files.&nbsp; If he was a betting man, Alexi would have picked the Klingon Lieutenant as the source of the emotions he had felt.&nbsp; &nbsp;The affable nature and approach of the Captain and the First Officer cemented his assessment of the Chief Tactical Officer and he noted it away mentally for future thought.&nbsp; Focusing on the approaching Command officers, he gave a slight bow.<br><br>"Captain. Commander." Alexi said, looking at each in turn.<br><br>"Thank you for the welcome - it looks like it will be a fantastic home for us all in the time to come."<br><br>Tempted to continue to speak, Alexi instead lapsed into a comfortable silence and used the time to get a feel for the two men that would decide the direction of the crew - the crew whose mental health he would be responsible for.&nbsp; Were they likely to be approachable, good communicators, adept at the social and personal skills needed to manage such a diverse crew?&nbsp; Alexi knew that he could get a very good idea of the answers to these questions in the next couple of minutes.&nbsp; He suspected that the other two men, particularly the Captain with his psychology background, also understood the importance of the first impression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 06:20:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82453.msg3648976#msg3648976">Quote from: Kip on 18-09-2010, 14:04:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thank you for the welcome - it looks like it will be a fantastic home for us all in the time to come."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik nodded. "Yes, I hope so." He looked around the bridge and moved over to the command chair. He had a list of other things he needed to discuss with the Counselor. Oddly, one of the top was Lieutenant Tosh. An Angosian soldier not only needed to wear his badge at all times, but also had to continue deep counseling. Airik didn't envy Alexi.<br><br>Standing in front of the chair he looked down at it. He turned back to his two advisers. A small smile cracked across his lips. "I actually haven't sat down in it yet." He shrugged. "A bit of superstition I guess."
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 23:28:13</strong>
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				The turbolift slid open to reveal the pristine bridge.&nbsp; It was truly a marvel to gaze upon, even for a man who had stared death in the face and done nothing but stare back.&nbsp; He stepped out of the lift, the doors slipping closed behind him.&nbsp; Tosh moved to the console directly in front of him.&nbsp; His fingers reached forward and made contact with the surface.&nbsp; The lieutenant would likely not have much chance to touch such a console again after the launch of the ship.&nbsp; While he would likely be on the bridge at times to ensure order and the safety of the senior commanding officers.<br><br>He was busy studying the console when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.&nbsp; Tosh looked to find someone had been standing there the entire time.&nbsp; The man looked to be human though looks were often deceiving.&nbsp; There was a shock of white hair to compliment his normally dark locks, and his gaze was firmly set upon Tosh.<br><br>"Uhh...excuse me.&nbsp; I didn't know anyone else was here."&nbsp; He said, pulling his hand back from the console.&nbsp; His posture took a more rigid stance, less relaxed as he was before.&nbsp; Tosh looked almost as if he were about to strike, and normally, that's how he looked around other people.&nbsp; He only seemed truly relaxed when he was alone.&nbsp; Very few saw him that way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 10:18:25</strong>
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				Alexi watched with almost a professional amusement as the man in front of him entered the bridge relaxed and seemingly in his element only to immediately lower barriers into place when the presence of another being was sensed.&nbsp; Alexi could not help but wonder what the man would be like in a less secure, less safe environment if this was how he reacted to someone who worked to present as a personal, approachable individual.&nbsp; <br><br>A faint frown crossed his face as tried to read the general mood of the man and found himself struggling... and then realisation kicked in - this was Lieutenant Tosh, an enhanced Angosian, and the notes suggested that Alexi may have some unique difficulties in reading him.&nbsp; A mental shrug was all it took and Alexi reverted back to his training, reading by pure body language alone.&nbsp; Tosh's body language was tense and... perhaps, uncertain.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm sorry, I was just looking around a bit before joining the other officers in the lounge.&nbsp; My name is Alexi Rei, Ship's Counselor.&nbsp; Unless my memory fails me, you would be Lieutenant Vergil Tosh, Chief of Security.&nbsp; A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant."&nbsp; Again, he made the first slow move and extended his hand out towards the other man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 16:01:59</strong>
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				The other man ventured closer, step by step closing in on Tosh.&nbsp; He introduced himself as Alexi Rei, the counselor.&nbsp; Well, he hoped there would be no need of reporting to him anytime during his stay aboard the ship.&nbsp; Delving into the great unknown of his mind was not really something he enjoyed.&nbsp; All too often it ended with the recollection of old memories long buried for good reason.&nbsp; He tried not to remember those who died by his hand, but it often seemed a monumental task.<br><br>Rei slowly allowed his hand to move forward, and Vergil took it in his own.&nbsp; His grip firm as always and the shake heavy and strong.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you."&nbsp; He said, pulling his hand back at the first available opportunity so as not to prolong their greeting beyond its socially required expiration.&nbsp; They would likely be moving to the lounge soon for the officer's meeting.&nbsp; That is where Tosh turned to then.&nbsp; "So, will you be joining us in the officer's meeting?"&nbsp; The man asked since there would likely be no escape from the current meeting.&nbsp; He began a few steps toward the door, listening to Rei's answer.
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				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 06:51:58</strong>
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				From the transporter room to the turbolift then straight up to the bridge.&nbsp; Lieutenant Lugus had returned salutes or greetings with a typical Vulcan slight nod of the head.&nbsp; When the doors of the turbolift slid open Lugus took two steps out but stopped as he saw a man who looked like he was in a rush to the doors that the science officer had just stepped out of followed by another man who was saying something about an officers meeting if his ears had heard right.&nbsp; (Which being Vulcan of course they had.)<br><br>Raising his hand in the infamous Vulcan greeting of split fingers, "Live long and prosper.&nbsp; Chief Science Officer Lieutenant Lugus reporting for duty."&nbsp; After which he gracefully side stepped out of the officers way as the Chief Science Officer continued on his way to the science station where an ensign quickly made room for the officer to work.&nbsp; Which is exactly what Lugus proceeded to do.&nbsp; Running his fingers over the control's with the ease and grace of someone who had not only memorized every control but had maximized his productivity with fast efficient movements.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 19:03:21</strong>
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				Fussing over one of his data pads, Dun exited the turbolift head down and muttering as he bee-lined for the observation lounge.&nbsp; There was still so many little things left to do and as was ever the case, it was going to be a marathon to get them all addressed before their expected launch date. <em> Scurry, little space dock techs, part before me</em> Dun thought as his periphery guided him to the door of the lounge and he entered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 20:00:32</strong>
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				Another officer appeared from the turbolift.&nbsp; A Vulcan, noted by his pointed ears and standard greeting.&nbsp; Tosh gave the man a sharp nod and an equally neutral, "Greetings."&nbsp; It seemed the science officer was in a hurry of his own as he stepped away toward one of the bridge computer stations.<br><br>Dun, who he had met in the lounge had just stepped through the doors of the observation lounge where he was headed.&nbsp; It seemed as though the meeting would soon be underway.&nbsp; He assumed that Rei would be joining as well.&nbsp; Tosh didn't look back to see if the man was behind him.&nbsp; He could feel him following.&nbsp; It didn't take a telepath to know that.<br><br>Vergil moved to the doors which slid open with electronic efficiency to let his large frame through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 13:43:07</strong>
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				Alexi started to nod and speak when it appeared that a sudden flurry of activity hit the bridge.&nbsp; <br><br>With a slight nod of his head towards the Vulcan, Alexi decided to not try and replicate the greeting.&nbsp; Instead, a polite 'Lieutenant.' seemed to suffice as the officer continued onto his station.&nbsp; Alexi's eyes briefly tracked the man before his attention got brought back to the turbolift as another exited.&nbsp; The new arrival was obviously absorbed in whatever was displayed on his padd and didn't even look up at Vergil or Alexi.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a faint hint of a thought that Alexi caught, something about dock techs scurrying that caused his mouth to twitch up slightly.&nbsp; Marking the man as the Chief Engineer, Alexi resisted the temptation to laugh out loud and instead just stepped aside to make way.&nbsp; Perhaps having an engineer that was so focused on the task at hand may not be such a bad thing he realised.<br><br>Turning back to the Chief of Security to continue their aborted conversation, Alexi blinked twice as he saw the man already moving off towards the turbolift.&nbsp; With only a seconds hesitation, he followed him to what he assumed would be the Officer's meeting.
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				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 02:03:54</strong>
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				Only moments after being dismissed from the meeting Lt. Lugus was back once again at the science station on the bridge.&nbsp; After bringing up more detailed schematics of the new designs than had been covered in the meeting he set himself to the task of learning all about these surprise additions to the USS McNair.&nbsp; While at the same time beginning simulations of the Gatekeepers capabilities.&nbsp; The arrangements for his own personal lab had been quite surprising enough without the added addition of the Gatekeeper.&nbsp; Between the two subjects the science officer had enough to keep himself occupied with for a few hours before he would go in search of the science itself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 04:34:48</strong>
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				Tosh entered the bridge a few minutes after the ceremony was dismissed.&nbsp; He couldn't take much from it as he never really had a passion to learn the history of Earth.&nbsp; He never really had a passion for any history to begin with.&nbsp; He knew a little of his homeworld of Angosa and why they had left.&nbsp; The man was part of a few descendants from the genetically engineered soldiers the Angosian's had developed years prior for a war they could not fight.&nbsp; Originally, the Angosian's were pacifists, but that didn't prove an asset when they found themselves in a war.&nbsp; In order to protect their home and future, they took drastic measures by genetically engineering their own people.&nbsp; Needless to say, the process worked.&nbsp; What they hadn't counted on was the fact that it would be irreversible.&nbsp; It divided the people between the natural Angosians and the genetically altered soldiers.<br><br>His parents told him of the discrimination and segregation of their people.&nbsp; It was the reason they left.&nbsp; He never put much thought into learning more than that.&nbsp; Now today, he came to realize that he didn't even know much about the planet he called his home.&nbsp; It disturbed him a little, so when Tosh found his station upon the bridge, he spent the next hour, while waiting for the ship to disembark, searching the history of Earth for McNair's space career to learn more about it.&nbsp; Perhaps it would give him a start to learning much more about the place where he had grown up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 05:22:42</strong>
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				"Captain on the Bridge."<br><br>Some crew member made the formal announcement. It caused Airik Mitchell to pause momentarily as he left the turbolift and entered the bridge. He’d be sure that it was not protocol in the future. Walking to the command chair, he sat down.<br><br>“Open a channel to the dock.” Airik said.<br><br>“Channel open.” Came a prompt response. The screen vanished from a starscape to the operations of the spacedock. Commander Axon already transported back and was sitting at the main operations.<br><br>“Captain Mitchell, claps are clear.” She reported.<br><br>“Thank you Commander.” Airik said. “Helm, verify release of clamps and ease us away from her hold.” As if on cue slowly the ship moved away though in reality they couldn’t feel the movement thanks to the inertial dampeners. <br><br>“Clear, sir.” Came a response.<br><br>Airik smiled. “Helm, lay in a course for Pluto.” Airik said. “Warp six.” By basic calculations, at warp six the McNair would get to Pluto in just under an hour.<br><br>“Course set.”<br><br>“Engage warp.” Airik ordered. With his order, the ship took off in a star stream. He looked over to the Second Officer. “So far so good.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 05:37:35</strong>
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				Lt. Lugus stepped out of the lift in time to hear the Captain give his orders to helm.&nbsp; The Vulcan calmly went and took his seat at the science station and was ready and waiting for orders when the order was given to engage warp.&nbsp; Watching the main screen only momentarily before beginning to run routine scans aft and forward of the ship as well as the stability of the ship itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Pluto was little more than a short jump away but it would be an adequate test of the warp engines.&nbsp; He did not turn from his monitors but his voice would be heard clearly on the mostly quiet bridge.&nbsp; "Captain Mitchell, All are systems functioning normally.&nbsp; All scans reveal nothing out of the ordinary."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 06:04:03</strong>
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				He was a little startled when the announcement was made that Captain Mitchell had entered the bridge.&nbsp; Tosh stood to attention before taking his place at the security station in the bridge.&nbsp; He could not believe that the hour had passed by so quickly.&nbsp; The Angosian had learned much about McNair, the physicist and NASA astronaut.&nbsp; His interests moved into, of course, early fighting practices.&nbsp; He began with fighting styles of medieval Europe.&nbsp; He had just introduced himself to the art of fencing when Captain Mitchell arrived.<br><br>They were soon on their way toward Pluto where they would then set a course to undertake their first mission.&nbsp; Seeing that everything was fine on the bridge, he excused himself to go check in with all of the security officers at each of their stations.&nbsp; He would meet them, check in on their patrols, and then make his way back to the bridge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 01:31:42</strong>
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				"Captain, now entering the Kuiper Belt." Airik looked up from his computer console.<br><br>Pluto came up faster than Airik Mitchell anticipated. Then again he found that happening several times to him. It might have something to do with his culture and the Ba'ku relationship to time. Off his home world everything seemed so much faster - no time to stop and enjoy life. <br><br>"Put Pluto on screen." Airik smiled.<br><br><div align="center">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a9/Pluto_animiert.gif/200px-Pluto_animiert.gif)</div><br>The emptiness of space was replaced with an image of the former planet. Now, classified as a minor planet Pluto was often the gateway to the beyond for those from the Sol system.<br><br>"All stop." Airik ordered.<br><br>"All stop." Chimed back.<br><br>=/\= "All hands, this is the Bridge. We've reached our first destination, begin to run diagnostics. Report any discrepancies. We'll resume our course in three hours." =/\=<br><br>The crew would now be busy with ensuring their systems functioned within normal parameters for their first short voyage. This would continue in several intervals just as an old fashioned automobile would be checked and serviced. The ship had just traveled enough space for many lifetimes of oil changes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 04:00:20</strong>
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				Samuel arrived just in time to watch the stars on the viewscreen stretch out into long lines in warp before it shut itself off.&nbsp; Seating himself in the other chair next to the Captain on the bridge, he smiled at the Ba'ku.&nbsp; "Sorry for the delay, Captain, I was held up in a turbolift that was going the wrong way."&nbsp; Apparently Engineering wasn't as forward from the shuttlebay as he'd thought on the McNair.&nbsp; "I guess I'm going to need a little more time studying the ship layout before I know where everything is."<br><br>He watched as Pluto appeared on the screen.&nbsp; "Rather short trip.&nbsp; But, if we're going to have problems, might as well know about them now."&nbsp; Samuel looked across to him.&nbsp; "So, now what, Captain?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 04:19:33</strong>
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				Airik smiled at the ship's Executive Officer. It was something to get used to - new accommodations. Hopefully in an evacuation the Commander would be able to find an escape pod. One couldn't just jump over the side and swim.<br><br>"There are several intervals at which we will do both minor and major diagnostics on the ship itself. Each Department not involved in the actual propulsion or maintenance of the ship should also take time to run testing on equipment and procedures." Airik said as he looked around the bridge. <br><br>"We have a little more time here at Pluto and then we'll set our course heading for our first mission."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 04:28:21</strong>
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				"A few hours more time, it would seem, sir."&nbsp; After all, the Captain had just made the announcement that they would be here for about three hours.&nbsp; "Captain, what about the equipment in the Ready Room?&nbsp; I believe that it merits testing and evaluating, but there isn't a department that would evaluate it."<br><br>Samuel looked to Airik.&nbsp; "What do you think, Captain?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:36:15</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell nodded slightly. The bridge was still bustling, but nothing that needed his direct attention. He paused a moment to watch the image of Pluto on the screen. For a moment he actually thought 'it's really happening.' He smiled briefly. His people experienced his frequently, but after giving up technology had not for many generations.<br><br>"Perhaps, Commander, you would join me in Engineering?" Captain Mitchell asked.<br><br>"Commander Osiel, you have the bridge. Notify me if any of the diagnostics show up anything of concern." Airik said as he headed to the turbo lift. <br><br>&lt;moved to the corridors&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:40:48</strong>
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				"Of course, Captain."&nbsp; Commander MacReady stood, following Airik to the turbolift for transference down to Engineering.&nbsp; Once they were both aboard, he directed the computer.&nbsp; "Deck 7.&nbsp; Engineering."&nbsp; With a quiet hum, the turbolift moved into action.&nbsp; "So, Captain, what do you think of our new ship and crew?"<br><br>It would seem that the good Commander had settled into the idea of being a soldier aboard a shipful of scientists and engineers quite easily, given his initial feelings about his posting here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 16:10:21</strong>
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				Makari was a bit more laid back than a lot of his counterparts tended to be. Maybe that was an overstatement though. On a ship full of scientists and explorers a lot of people tended to come across as laid back or reserved. Or as crazy as a targ in a nest of fleas anyway. But a lot did not scream official or rank and file soldier. That was more the tried and true warrior type, or the career love the life officer. Makari was more the... well he was the guy who did his job and fell into the situation of serious responsibility. He was the guy with the secret and the key to the damn kingdom of knowledge. Yeah, sure he was. Or he was just some fun loving Risian. He liked that one better. And as such, he hardly stood to attention at the captain's arrival, and stayed distantly out of the way as the captain talked with his XO. In fact it wasn't until both men made their leave that the Risian rose from the spot he had been sitting and moved across the bridge at all. <br><br>"Aye aye, Captain," Osiel said with a nod and a half hearted attempt at salute. No insolence in his actions, just the lack of follow through expected from a disciplined seasoned officer. The bridge was his. He grinned and moved to the command chair and sat down. "Now would be a great time for a red alert..." He uttered quietly, mostly to himself. At the glances from the officer at tactical and another from the helmsman he shrugged his shoulders. "Bring up the farthest of Pluto's moons on screen, and zoom in as tight as you can, I want to see some terra firma on screen, see what this thing can really do," Makari announced in a more authoritative tone. It wasn't a red alert. But it was something anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 05:39:43</strong>
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				The speech given by Captain Mitchell was both stirring and informative, not that Cate needed any further motivation.&nbsp; She was seated in her chair at the helm nearly immediately after the ceremony had been dismissed,&nbsp; Her fair slender hands glided over the controls, memorizing with touch what her mind had already made permanent.&nbsp; Sleek and beautiful, but functional, every toggle and switch and button was a tactile sensation for the young ensign, who's nerves were already quite lively from the excitement of it all.&nbsp; The comfortable seat cradled her posterior, silently telling her she was home, precisely where she was meant to be, and her muscles began to relax as she nestled into it.<br><br>When the captain gave the order to leave the docking station and head towards Pluto she began, guiding the unique ship like a small child learning to walk, just until everything was perfectly familiar.&nbsp; Of course, Pluto was mostly an automatic flight, not much for her to do that was very fulfilling, other than getting acquainted with <em>McNair</em>.&nbsp; She sighed deeply, peacefully as the ship accelerated, some savage and untamed part of her being assuaged by the speed, subtle though inertial dampeners made it felt.&nbsp; Cate knew and could feel every move the ship made and she loved it beyond all logical reason.<br><br>Far faster than she would have liked they arrived at Pluto and all she could do was wait for what came next, their first true mission.&nbsp; <em>That </em>would be the true challenge, the real rush.&nbsp; It would be sink or swim out there in the wilds of space, and Cate couldn't wait to show the <em>McNair</em> her chops.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 11:45:01</strong>
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				Val arrived on the bridge not long after the had stopped at Pluto.&nbsp; Enough time to begin monitoring sensor diagnostics from other departments while taking over some of the more sophisticated diagnostic sequences himself.&nbsp; Standing at the aft control area he worked controls quietly, watching the sensors to glitches and comparing readings with normal sequences.&nbsp; It was all routine, but it was fun in a kind of dull way.&nbsp; I mean, diagnostics were never fun exactly but...&nbsp; Well, it was a new ship and he was doing something important, that was enough for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 04:35:07</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell sat in the command chair once again - only the second time. He seemed to be growing accustomed to it. Crew on the bridge didn't seem as agitated with him in their presence either.<br><br>"Helm, lay in a course for Rkar N'ra, warp seven." <br><br>There was a slight pause as crew checked their consoles to identify Rkar N'ra. Most then turned back to the Captain with confused looks on their faces. Rkar N'ra wasn't exactly the place most would want to go. Not that they had anything against the planet itself, but it was a planet within the Romulan Neutral Zone.<br><br>After a brief pause there was a response. "Aye, sir. Rkar N'ra, warm seven."<br><br>Airik leaned forward in the chair. "Engage."<br><br>Instantly the ship responded to the helm orders and the ship was off. A few moments later Airik spoke up.<br><br>"Commander, assemble the senior officers for a briefing in the Observation Lounge in one hour." Airik stood and walked to his Ready Room to contemplate his first briefing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 04:57:24</strong>
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				Returning to the Bridge with the Captain after their discussion of the events of the Dominion War and recent Romulan uprising, and their galactic political implications, Commander Samuel MacReady sat in the chair opposite his, waiting for the command to engage the McNair's engines to take them out of the solar system at beyond lightspeed.<br><br>Sam could almost <em>hear</em> the powering up hum of the warp engines as they were launched out of the system and out into space.&nbsp; The First Officer looked over to the Captain as he gave out instructions.&nbsp; "Aye aye, sir."&nbsp; And then he was gone.<br><br>Standing himself, Commander MacReady headed over to the turbolift to gather the Senior Staff.&nbsp; "Mr. Osiel," he called to the Risian.&nbsp; "You have the bridge."&nbsp; And then the turbolift doors whisked shut as he headed down to Sickbay to make the first notification - Chief Medical Officer Tir.&nbsp; "Deck 4.&nbsp; Sickbay."<br><br>&lt;XO moving to Sickbay&gt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 22:52:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Makari's first time running the bridge was a rather short affair. He hadn't even had a chance to hand out any real orders. There had been nothing to do except sit in the big chair and watch as the planet slowly rotated as they orbited it. Sure he could suggest probes and launches to be undertaken and he could have the screen zoom in and out at his leisure, but that was... well one was hardly his place, he wasn't the science type and not about to step on their toes, and the other was no more than watching some big galactic television screen, and with less interaction than he could even get in a holodeck. So... he had sat all official and just made sure the ship didn't careen off course and implode on the planetary surface.<br><br>The fact they hadn't imploded or exploded, or ploded of any kind, suggested he had handled things quite well. He would take that as it was. He hadn't gotten them destroyed and he hadn't initiated&nbsp; a red alert on a whim so he had done great. He just hadn't done so for long. The Captain, and the XO, both hadn't been gone all that long, so his time in charge was short lived.<br><br>He moved out of the big chair and let the Captain have his spot. He offered half hearted salute, the kind you gave when you knew that you would be seeing the person endlessly and that saluting every time you passed in the halls or on the bridge would become tedious and silly. Still, the salute happened and then the Captain did his thing, and they were on their way.<br><br>And then... well he left and so did the XO. So the bridge was his again. Makari laughed lightly to himself as he sat back down in the Captain's chair. Twice in one day. Heck, twice in a short time. He was either getting really good, or he was just the chair babysitter, sitting on the bridge when nothing was happening. Where was that red alert when you really needed it?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 23:09:28</strong>
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				Just as the ship entered its second leg of their course, Lieutenant Tosh stepped out of the turbolift onto the bridge.&nbsp; The majority of their orbit around Pluto had been spent roaming from security station to security station, checking up on each of the personnel to make sure everything was in order.&nbsp; He wanted things to be set no matter the condition.&nbsp; If there was a red alert, he expected each post to act accordingly without hesitation.&nbsp; That expectation only multiplied if intruders somehow made their way aboard.<br><br>There had only been one small incident of note during his rounds.&nbsp; One of the officers had been preoccupied with a data PADD, apparently looking over some reading.&nbsp; Tosh gave the rather wide-eyed recruit a stern warning, leaving him with the message to straighten up and fly right or he might find himself put off at the next Federation outpost in god knows what system.&nbsp; Barring that, there was nothing out of the ordinary which was what he liked to see.<br><br>After stepping onto the bridge and taking note of all the personnel in the room, he stepped over to his station on the bridge and took a seat.&nbsp; He pulled up a detailed schematic of the ship's interior where he began to devise preliminary contingency strategies for interior ship defense.&nbsp; Once he finished those, which would take at least a few hours for the first, he would bring them to the captain for comments and feedback.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 06:24:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Val continued his work at the science console, reviewing recent records and general scientific messages posted to various message boards from Starfleet.&nbsp; He was keeping a watch on the labs and what they were doing, he wasn't the Chief Science Officer but he explored the various corners of the ships computer core about the capabilities of the vessel in general.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:38:45</strong>
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				The chief science officer while deeply involved with his scanning still heard the approach of Keval th-Zarth.&nbsp; Listening as he took his place next to the Vulcan at the science station which on a science vessel was considerably larger than other star fleet vessels.&nbsp; <br><br>Lugus also heard the remarks the captain made about the briefing to take place on the observation lounge in an hour.&nbsp; True to his race's work ethics the Vulcan continued to work until he would need to leave for the meeting.&nbsp; Turning to his fellow science officer appreciating the fact that the man was an Andorian simply because the Andorians were known to be very good scientists.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mr. th-Zarth... please take over the scanning while I attend the briefing in the observation lounge.&nbsp; Perhaps later we shall be given a chance to take a look at what the lab facilities of this vessel have to offer."&nbsp; Placing his hands clasped behind his back Lugus turned and headed towards the Observation Lounge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 20:33:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The normal hustle and bustle that made up a bridge seemed... well Makari wasn't entirely sure what hustle and bustle even was. It was one of those Earth phrases that entered into your vocabulary after joining Starfleet. Humans had so many slang terms and words that they tossed around endlessly. You could learn their language but some things were just... well like hustle and bustle. He wasn't entirely sure the exact meaning but he knew the bridge seemed to be lacking it. Everything was calm and rather subdued. He wasn't sure if it was because the Captain had called a meeting again, because everything was so new and a mission had yet to start, or because he was running the bridge and fate had decided boring suited him way more than excitement and red alerts did.<br><br>He hoped it wasn't the last. Well except the red alert part. He figured it wouldn't do to good for his service record to have another ship all but destroyed under his temporary command. A guy could only&nbsp; use the 'oops' excuse so many times after all... He shook his head and laughed to himself at that. Right, that's exactly what had happened last time. At least that was the story he would tell if asked. Cover ups were so much fun to be in the middle of, about as fun as a Klingon slumber party. Or something else that sounded painful and dull at the same time.<br><br>Makari leaned back in the command seat and scanned the crew on deck. Science officers, helmsman, nothing out of the usual. And the security officer wandering around like he were solving the case of where things disappear to when you place them back on the replicator consoles. "Lieutenant, I promise no one has stolen the bridge," he called casually from his seat in the center of the bridge, a little curious as to what the man was doing, and wondering if maybe his red alert was coming after all. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 03:41:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up briefly from his work after hearing the comment from his superior.&nbsp; His eyes locked with the man for a mere moment, no real emotion in them.&nbsp; Tosh said nothing, but he spoke a reply in his head which was quite comical.&nbsp; '<em>And if it had been stolen would you even care?</em>'&nbsp; He turned back to his work, finishing up the initial report.&nbsp; It contained basic statistics, defense plans, and possible courses of action for a standard defense.&nbsp; He would come up with something more detailed at a later time, but he needed to get going to the observation lounge for the upcoming meeting.&nbsp; Perhaps he could even talk to the captain at some point about the character currently occupying the commander's chair.<br><br>Tosh stood and gave Commander Osiel a final glance before walking away toward the Observation Lounge.<br><br>[Moving to the Observation Lounge]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 16:48:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Being in command of a starship was... well Makari would liked to have said it was exciting. But the simple fact was it was just another task. It was sitting in a chair and watching other people do their jobs. Was that how it was for a Captain of a starship? He had to imagine not. They had a million responsibilities beyond just sitting in the big chair and acting important. Maybe Makari did too. He just wasn't doing any of it. Red alert. He could have called for one. Or a simple yellow alert. Or he could just sit and do as he was. Because then he wouldn't have to go through any silly court martial proceedings or anything of the like. <br><br>It wasn't as if he didn't have tasks of his own to complete, he was the operations officer. And the second officer. And... well that was enough really. Even if it meant a lot of sitting around and attending meetings. Which was just about five shades more dull than a day sitting in the captain's chair doing nothing. Not that he would say as such to anyone. Or that he really thought so in any serious way. Because he loved meetings.<br><br>In fact he had to attend another one and soon. With a smile on his face he stood from the command chair and nodded to the bridge crew. The bridge was theirs now. Hopefully they wouldn't blow the ship up or anything. That would be... well yeah a blown up ship, not good.&nbsp; But also not something to worry about, instead he was off to the meeting, intending to arrive before it ended or he missed too much information. <br><br>[Moving to the Observation Lounge]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 21:58:48</strong>
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				Cate was good and relaxed in her seat when the captain uttered something that seemed to make the whole bridge crew hold their breath, including herself.<br><br><em>"Helm, lay in a course for Rkar N'ra, warp seven."&nbsp; </em><br><br>The Romulan Neutral Zone?&nbsp; Her right golden-red eyebrow arched questioningly for a moment as her heart rate began to speed up just a little bit.&nbsp; She turned around in her chair for a brief moment, just barely glancing back at the captain.&nbsp; He seemed calm and steady as ever and she reminded herself that this she was Starfleet, she put her trust and faith in her captain and doing so followed orders ... even if that did lead her and the rest of the crew into potentially dangerous territory without explanation.&nbsp; <br><br>"Aye, sir.&nbsp; Rkar N'ra, warp seven." she replied, a little more quietly than she wanted to.&nbsp; Speedily she entered in the course and moved the ship on as soon as she heard the captain say 'Engage.'&nbsp; Her nerves steadied a bit, Cate wasn't one much for shying away from adventure.&nbsp; Even still she would have felt a great deal better to be a fly on the wall of the senior staff meeting, or at least she thought she would.&nbsp; Better to know what was going on, right?&nbsp; Whatever it was though she was resolved in the knowledge that Captain Mitchell would not lead them astray and that the crew were all perfectly capable of completing whatever task or mission he set before them.&nbsp; There hadn't been one person that she'd met thus far whom she hadn't been impressed with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 00:52:16</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell exited the Observation Lounge and made his way to the command chair on the bridge. In his hand he held the PADD Lieutenant Tosh gave to him with his draft plan. Cursory view looked good. <br><br>"Helm, contact the Intrepid and ensure we're on track with our rendezvous." Airik said while sitting in the chair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 01:45:42</strong>
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				"Aye, sir ..." Cate said with a nod, furrowing her brows unconsciously as she focused on carrying out the captain's orders.&nbsp; She instructed the communications system to make contact with the Intrepid with nimble fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>In short order the other ship reported back.&nbsp; "The Intrepid reports that they're on schedule, Captain, and will see us at the rendezvous point at the designated time."&nbsp; Cate brushed that unruly troublesome strand of silky golden red out of her face once again, her eyes crossing momentarily when she caught it in her sights, before returning to a perfectly composed position.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:02:50</strong>
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				The Ba'ku Commanding Officer looked up from the PADD and smiled briefly. "Thank you, ensign."<br><br>Chronitons, Romulans, new crew, new ship...not only new crew, but young crew. That came with a whole slew of caveats. Some overwhelmingly good and some barriers. <br><br>The helmsman was one such young crew member. "Ensign Cassidy." The Captain said. "I believe we'll be spending quite a bit of time together on the bridge.&nbsp; Can you tell me a little more about your background?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 14:22:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Val had moved on from the task he had been assigned and was currently assisting Ops from his console with scanning as they went along through space.&nbsp; It wasn't a tactical scan, but the navigational scan was helpful for tactical as well...<br><br>On their way to the Romulan Neutral Zone...&nbsp; He had only met a few Romulans, when he was younger and doing freight runs before joining Starfleet a small scout ship had tried to convince the Captain to smuggle them onto Vulcan.&nbsp; To this day he wasn't sure why due to the fact that the Captain had flat out said no.&nbsp; They had shot him, of course, on a high stun setting.&nbsp; And then the XO blew the emergency bulkhead from the bridge and Val barely made it out in time with the Captain in tow.<br><br>That was the style of his old XO though...<br><br>Back to the present...&nbsp; Looking at his console and its scans he logged them properly over to the navigational array for Ops and Con to use, a copy of the data also over to Tactical in case it was needed.&nbsp; Ah, the mundane...<br><br>Then the Captain started asking about...&nbsp; Background...&nbsp; This was a new one on him!&nbsp; Val listened carefully...&nbsp; This had to be going somewhere.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 16:20:15</strong>
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				The young ensign paused, surprised that the captain would take an interest in her, a junior officer only on her second assignment out of the academy ...&nbsp; She felt as though she should pinch her arm to be certain she wasn't daydreaming but if she wasn't that would hardly look professional.&nbsp; <br><br>Clearing her voice to make sure it was still with her she began to respond.&nbsp; "Oh ... yes, sir ..." where to begin?&nbsp; "I grew up on a cargo ship with my father, jumping from system to system.&nbsp; He started teaching me how to fly when I was seven.&nbsp; Spent most of my life in space up until I was 13 ..." her voice trailed off a little as if she was trying to decide whether or not she wanted to continue.&nbsp; <br><br>"Our ship was caught in some crossfire and my father didn't make it.&nbsp; After that I went to live with my aunt on Earth but I quickly discovered life on the ground isn't really for me.&nbsp; Soon as I was old enough I took the entrance exams for the academy and the rest is history.&nbsp; Got onto Red Squadron ... first assignment was on the USS Kelvin ... and now I'm here," Cate said the last bit almost wistfully, her hand instinctively caressing the arm of her chair with affection.&nbsp; A soft sweet smile spread across her porcelain face as she looked up at the captain, a mixture of self consciousness and youthful excitement. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 03:01:50</strong>
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				Emerging from the observation lounge Lugus walks directly over to where Keval th-Zarth is busy scanning at ops.&nbsp; "Lt. McGalleon is in need of our assistance in Astrometrics to work on a portable temporal disruptor in order to protect any away missions members from negative effects via the chronitrons that we are being sent to investigate.&nbsp; If you will please report to Astrometrics when you are finished with your scans your help in these matters will be greatly appreciated.&nbsp; Unless of course you are ready to leave now then we could head that way together."&nbsp; Lugus placed his hands behind his back looking over one of the scanning screens as he waited for an answer.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 17:55:37</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Airik Mitchell learning about his crew</strong><br><br>“You’re a child of the stars.” Airik said to Ensign Cassidy. He’d met a number of people while at the Academy that spent more time off of a planet than on one. In fact, he studied an interesting case of a human that was born and raised on a ship. This young man suffered from severe agoraphobia. He couldn’t function in open places. Even with intensive cognitive behavioral therapy and anti-anxiety medications he could only look out windows and required transporting from location to location.<br><br>“I imagine your experience will be quite valuable to us.” Airik added. “I was the complete opposite. The Ba’ku long abandoned our technological advances for a more simple life. Communing with our planet. Every so often a crazy one like me comes along that wants to explore beyond our boundaries.” He smiled.<br><br>Airik looked to Lieutenant Lugus who arrived to request Keval th-Zarth’s assistance. Hopefully engineering would come up with some type of preventive measure against any potential chroniton emissions.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 12:51:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82453.msg3905765#msg3905765">Quote from: Nim on 18-11-2010, 03:01:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Emerging from the observation lounge Lugus walks directly over to where Keval th-Zarth is busy scanning at ops.&nbsp; "Lt. McGalleon is in need of our assistance in Astrometrics to work on a portable temporal disruptor in order to protect any away missions members from negative effects via the chronitrons that we are being sent to investigate.&nbsp; If you will please report to Astrometrics when you are finished with your scans your help in these matters will be greatly appreciated.&nbsp; Unless of course you are ready to leave now then we could head that way together."&nbsp; Lugus placed his hands behind his back looking over one of the scanning screens as he waited for an answer. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Val smiled, "My scans are complete sir, I was assisting Ops but I do not believe my assistance is required." Val turned to face Lugus half way through his sentence putting the sensor console on it's normal automated sequence.&nbsp; He politely gestured for Lugus to lead the way before putting his hands behind his back calmly.&nbsp; Val always found that if you wanted to get anywhere with Vulcans you really had to try to repress any exuberance you had around then, it made them...&nbsp; Annoyed, though you had to be clever to get them to admit as much.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 20:50:24</strong>
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				Makari slid easily into his position at the OPS station, a nod to the junior officer relieving the young woman from her post as he did so. He had yet to spend much time at his actual station on the bridge. In fact most of his time on the bridge thus far had been in the Captain's chair. A chair that was now not his but instead the actual Captains. And that was how it should be. The Captain on the bridge, his crew around him. It was like some epic yarn spun from an exquisite wool and formed into a beautiful tapestry that would have even kept the ego of James T Kirk warm at night. <br><br>Or Makari was completely over doing it all. And that was always a possibility. He loved to be in the captains chair. He loved to be in command on the bridge. But he also could handle his own job. He knew the ins and outs of ops. He knew his place. And he knew how to get things done. But he also knew how to have fun and how to turn mundane into interesting. In another life he was no doubt a holonovel writer or a pleasure palace owner. In his current life he was a commander on a starship, unusual for a Risian, but he liked unusual, it suited him just fine. <br><br>"Everyone and their brother is going to request full power for testing once we arrive on scene, and there is no way tactical will be happy to relinquish their share to expedite things, with the new systems on line... we will have to prioritize...." Makari spoke to no one in particular, his voice ringing out confidently from his station all the same. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:10:57</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell listened as the Second Officer commented on the never ending battle of power sharing on a vessel. If a department could take just a little more, even at the expense of another, it would happen. Luckily, it was Commander Osiel’s responsibility to handle such things. Airik wouldn’t be so helpful.<br><br>“I wouldn’t let Lieutenant Tosh or our new Chief Tactical know of any power siphoning from their departments.” Captain Mitchell commented. He often found Security and Medical as the most pressing personalities in turf and/or power struggles. <br><br>Airik pulled up the itinerary of the ship. Current ETA with the Intrepid was slowly diminishing. He was feeling oddly anxious to get the final senior officer and move onto the planet.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 18:52:05</strong>
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				Makari was surprised for a moment as the captain responded to what he had said. He had been idly mumbling to himself. Or so he thought anyway. Sound traveled well and easily on the fancy bridges of brand new ships though. Someone had likely designed the ships for optimum harmonic resonance or like small miniature amphitheater. Vulcans no doubt handled it. They were by far the most industrious and magically gifted when it came to the sciences. Or a Ferengi did it out of some sense of impending profit margins and an ability to skim a bit of latinum out of the ship building. <br><br>Stereotypes. Thats all they were. And Makari knew better than that. Just like not all Risians were raging sex a holics and not all Orions were slave trading scum, not each Vulcan was a scientific marvel and not every Ferengi... okay maybe that one tended to hold true. It didn't increase the stereotype effectiveness though. They were still a silly little thing to hold onto. And Makari was better than that. Starfleet was better than that, had trained him better than that. <br><br>"I would be hard pressed to hide the facts from them if everyone demands equal use of all scanning equipment. Peaceful missions, weapons at seventy five percent, seems fair to me," Makari said with a small shrug of his shoulders. Of course they were going to enter into the neutral zone, and that was never a great place to limit your weapon options. But they were a scientific vessel, a ship of peace, defense was great, and the shields would remain with their full power, offense was... well secondary. He would never say such a thing to the Security or Tactical chiefs of course. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:39:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Slight time jump forward to rendezvous with the Intrepid</strong></div><br>"Captain, the Intrepid is hailing us." A crewman called out on the bridge.<br><br>Airik smiled at the notification. "On screen."<br><br>The darkness of space was replaced with the familiar face of a Commanding Officer. There weren't that many in Starfleet and most knew one another - or at least knew of one another. "Captain Johansen." Airik said standing.<br><br>"Captain Mitchell. I seem to be playing chauffeur for one of your crew." Johansen said with a curl of his lip.<br><br>Airik nodded. "Yes, sir, the Fleet tried to find the most obsolete ship to act as a taxi. I guess the Intrepid fit that bill." <br><br>"Ouch." Johansen said with mock pain. "Shall I transport him over or would you like to park your little tub in our shuttlebay?"<br><br>"Touche." Airik said, turning to the Second Officer. "Commander Osiel, please greet our new Tactical Chief in the transporter room." He turned back to the screen. "Thank you for the assistance Captain."<br><br>"My pleasure, Airik. Safe travels, Intrepid out." <br><br>The screen flashed blank.<br><br>The crew was complete.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 17:53:41</strong>
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				Be it chronitons or just the way time and space worked, it seemed that what was once a conversation about power had sped up into actually arriving at the rendezvous with the Intrepid. Makari remained at his station and watched as the screen came to life and their captain and the Intrepid captain began the witty banter that only Starfleet Captains went in for. Gentle insults of one anothers ships, endless loads of mutual respect and a tiny bit of ego stroking because they were both four gold pip wearing members of the elite club of space farers, Starfleet Captains, forging out a path and a destiny... yeah they made it all sound so colorful and fancy. But it was what it was. A rare honor that not everyone was cut out for. In fact Makari was sure he wasn't cut out for it.<br><br>That was neither here nor there though. Time travel, silly chroniton shifts, and captains in jovial conversations. It was all a day in the life of a Starfleet officer. Makari laughed quietly to himself and hit a few keys on his console, setting the weapon systems down by a quarter and delaying the announcement that would spring up on the tactical and security panels by a few minutes so he could... yes he nodded at the captain as he ordered him to go great the new Tactical Chief. The relayed message would arrive in the consoles well after he was on his way off the bridge. Saved by the bell, or the new crew roster at any means.<br><br>"Aye, aye, sir," Makari smiled and gave a half salute then stepped away from the OPS station and headed off the bridge, smiling to himself as he went off to welcome their newest crewmember to their home in space.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 17:51:58</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Airik Mitchell ready for the first Away Team</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/mitchell.jpg?t=1290962767)</div><br>Airik Mitchell continued to study the limited readouts of the chroniton emissions received from the telemetry of the cargo ship. It really wasn't much to go on. Hopefully the powerful scanners of the McNair would have more success deciphering the mysteries of the planet.<br><br>"Captain, we have the planet on long range sensors." A crewman said from the science station.<br><br>"Excellent, begin long range scans. Include in the general atmospheric scans targeted searches for the chroniton emissions." Airik responded.<br><br>"Aye sir."<br><br>=/\= "Bridge to Lieutenant McGalleon. We have the planet on long range sensors. How are your preparations coming along?" =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 00:10:01</strong>
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				<strong>/= "Yes sir, sorry for the delay!&nbsp; I am having a class IV probe set up to make the necessary calculations and possible bring back a sample particle that we can contain and study in our Science Situational Module.&nbsp; I will have the probe ready in the hour! =\</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 22:56:23</strong>
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				Makari walked onto the bridge, like he was walking onto a yacht. His hat was strategically dipped below one eye, his scarf was apricot. He had one eye on the viewscreen as he watched himself gavotte. And all the girls dreamed that they'd be his partner. That they'd be his partner.....<br><br>The song, or some variation of it, had played incessantly at one of the Earthier bars Makari remembered back home on Risa. Constant repeats of old supposed classics. And forever since then when he entered a room he thought of it, wanted to sing along. There was some sort of regulation which forbade singing as you entered the bridge though. He was sure of that. They probably banned hats and matching apricot scarves too. Though he had to agree on that rule, anyone running around in apricot accessories deserved whatever they had coming to them. Tosh and his itchy trigger finger would likely shoot them. Or he would skulk around hunting the rule breaking scoundrel. That seemed more fitting. That or their new tactical officer would go all tactical... okay that was a poorly thought out idea. Makari wouldn't take the blame for the mental sluggishness though. He had just played tour guide for the cute Trill, and it had taken all his willpower to not ask just how far his spots ran. He would forgive himself a bit of mental lag after acting like such a fine specimen of disciplined officer. <br><br>He shook all the random thoughts away and actually looked at the view screen as he moved to the OPS station and relieved the junior officer who stood behind the control console. They were nearing their destination, and no sign of trouble yet. He nodded to himself at that, as if somehow he knew that would be true and was confirming it within his mind. Except he had told them all to err on the side of caution. Had they? Would they? He definitely hoped so. Safe for the moment hardly meant safe forever. <br><br>"All systems operating within perimeters, power rerouting is complete, we are set for any scanning that may be needed," Makari announced from his post, ready for... well hopefully a quiet mission. But when were missions ever quiet?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 23:13:46</strong>
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				<strong>=/ Lt McGalleon to the Captain, we have the probe ready to go and in the launch tube and awaiting your command.&nbsp; We will have prototype armbands ready for specific tuning once we have our data from the probe! \=</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 03:28:33</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell leaned over the science panel as he read the initial scans from Rkar N'ra. It seemed to be a typical Class M planet without much to show for it. The only exception was the chroniton emissions. Now with the powerful sensors on the McNair, he read the unusual fluctuations in the emissions not previously noted. It could be that the McNair’s modified “super” sensors are able to detect more detail or they could be a new form of emissions.<br><br>The Ba’ku listened as McGalleon reported their status.<br><br>=/\= “Excellent, Lieutenant. We’re coming into standard orbit. Launch when you’re ready.” =/\=<br><br>“Commander Osiel, inform Commander MacReady we’re in orbit and to prepare an Away Team.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 04:35:54</strong>
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				Tosh had made his way back to the bridge as they approached the planet.&nbsp; Knowing that the ship would soon be approaching the odd class M, Rkar N'ra, he knew there would be little time left before an away team would be dispatched to take an initial look at what exactly they were dealing with.&nbsp; He would no doubt be part of that team.&nbsp; It took longer than he had anticipated to examine the small armory aboard and calibrate a few weapons.&nbsp; There was nothing fancy needed, just a phaser rifle, and perhaps a few standard phasers for any other officers who felt they needed to be armed.<br><br>He took a seat at his station to continue work on his defense plan.&nbsp; Tosh didn't think there was any worry about its approval.&nbsp; He'd been going over it in his head all day despite the pleasant distraction he found in Three Forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 05:46:32</strong>
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				Kavash took a deep breath and let himself be calmed to the next few moments as the noticed the turbolift beginning to slow.&nbsp; He had six lifetimes of experience dealing with all manner of uncomfortable situations, but for some reason he still felt angst when meeting a new Captain.&nbsp; He had been nervously fidgeting when he met Captain Johansen for the first time, but at that point he had only been a joined Trill for about a year and hadn't completely come to terms with his lifetimes of knowledge and confidence.&nbsp; The low hum of the turbolift subsided quickly followed by the 'swoosh' of the pressure doors opening.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Commander Osiel, inform Commander MacReady we’re in orbit and to prepare an Away Team.”</em>&nbsp; Kavash took a moment to familiarize himself with the lay out of the bridge.&nbsp; Much smaller by comparison to the Intrepid's bridge, it still had the same general design.&nbsp; Kavash smiled to himself and shook his head lightly recognizing again the inherent consistency of the design of Starfleet vessels.&nbsp; In reality it made his job easier knowing he wouldn't have to spend too much time learning a new ship.&nbsp; Seeing Captain Mitchell lurking next to the science station, apparently reviewing the data of the planet that hung ominously on the main viewscreen, Kavash took is best confident posture and approached his new Captain.&nbsp; "Captain Mitchell, Lieutenant Kavash Teel, reporting as ordered sir.&nbsp; It's an honor to be serving on the McNair."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 22:11:58</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Airik Mitchell hovering over Science station</strong><br><br>Only minutes before he welcomed Lieutenant Kavash Teel to the McNair. It was the ship’s first Trill…and a joined one at that. The Tactical Officer seemed to have the same spots on the sides of his face as his race. Airik had only met unjoined Trill host thus far. He was curious to learn more, but it would be rude and ill-timed.<br><br>“What have we got?” Airik asked. He read the telemetry readings from the probe. At first glance he was astounded at the sensor’s details. The McNair certainly did have the best scientific technology in the Fleet. It practically counted each microorganism.<br><br>Mitchell tapped his comm badge. <br><br>=/\= “Mitchell to McGalleon. Good work on the probe Lieutenant. It’s quite amazing. We’re sending the telemetry to you now. I’m authorizing an Away Team. Calibrate the armbands to the signatures from the probe.” =/\=<br><br>He tapped the badge again.<br><br>=/\= “Commander MacReady, assemble your Away Team. Have them wearing one of the calibrated armbands McGalleon’s team is preparing. The chroniton emissions appear to be nearly identical to those previously identified by other vessels. The precautions should suffice. Have transporter keep a lock on you.” =/\=<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 23:17:18</strong>
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				Kavash recognized the Captains quick and efficient welcome to the bridge.&nbsp; The tension in&nbsp; his voice and the concentration on gathering as much information as possible on the mission was his priority.&nbsp; With an away team on the way to the planet, now was not the time for pleasantries of traditional protocols.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking his place at the console in the back of the bridge, to the right of the Captain along the back wall where Kavash would have a birds eye view of the whole bridge crew and be able to see the Command staff at all times during a battle.&nbsp; Kavash snickered for a moment as he realized that the Tactical station was in the same place on the Intrepid.&nbsp; Signing into the console, the systems readouts came alive to his touch on the shiny touch screen.&nbsp; Readouts of shield harmonics, torpedo loads, phaser status and all items directly tied to tactical operations took their respective places on the console.&nbsp; "Computer, activate Kavash Teel tactical configuration Beta Sierra Five.&nbsp; Authorization Gamma Two Six Five, password Peek-a-boo."&nbsp; His eye looked up and quickly skimmed the room to see who had turned to him with a questioning look.&nbsp; A few crewmembers nearby turned away quickly trying not to show the smirks on their faces.&nbsp; Kavash's smile curled a little at the ends.&nbsp; <em>'Activation complete'</em> the computer responded.&nbsp; Within seconds the computer system had downloaded the preset configurations for the systems that Kavah's previous host had developed and configured them to work with the McNair's unique systems.&nbsp; The computer read outs made Kavash shake his head in surprise.&nbsp; "computer confirm these readings based on the new settings?"&nbsp; A chime from the computer signaled a computation in process.&nbsp; <em>The readings are correct</em> commented the soothing female voice.<br><br>"Captain, I've configured the ships tactical systems based on the schematics and my initial designs for the systems.&nbsp; Transphasic shields are operating at peak efficiency and fully engaged.&nbsp; The new phasers are showing one hundred and ten percent of normal output power."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 03:41:31</strong>
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				[Commander MacReady in Three Forward]<br><br>=/\= “Will the following personnel report the Transporter Room One for beam down to the planet's surface: Lieutenants Tosh and Lugus; Lieutenant Junior Grade th-Zarth, and Ensign Liara.”&nbsp; A brief pause.&nbsp; "Also, Lieutenant Tosh, would you bring two compression rifles from the ship's armory.&nbsp; That is all." =/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 03:57:34</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell listened as Commander MacReady announced the Away Team. There was a bit of emotion in the Ba'ku as this was the ship's first Mission - and planet based at that. True science and exploration.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82453.msg4014490#msg4014490">Quote from: orderNchaos on 14-12-2010, 23:17:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Captain, I've configured the ships tactical systems based on the schematics and my initial designs for the systems.&nbsp; Transphasic shields are operating at peak efficiency and fully engaged.&nbsp; The new phasers are showing one hundred and ten percent of normal output power."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik turned to the new Tactical Chief and nodded. "Good work Lieutenant. Continue to monitor emissions from the planet. Initial scans show there should be no interference with the ship's weapons systems, but I'd feel much more relieved if you made it a top priority." Airik moved back to the command chair and sat down.<br><br>He was dying to get down to the planet. The scientist in him could barely contain the allure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 04:21:14</strong>
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				The call he knew was coming finally arrived.&nbsp; He turned in his chair to look back out onto the rest of the bridge as the XO's voice rang through from his comm badge.&nbsp; After the message was relayed, he hit his own comm badge in response.&nbsp; <br><br>=/\= "I'm on my way, Commander." =/\=<br><br>Tosh rose from his seat without a second look to anyone on the bridge, his tall frame moving into the turbolift to take him toward his destination.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 17:51:56</strong>
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				Cate had been warmed by the Captain's words of encouragement.&nbsp; Knowing that he felt she would be useful was almost like the warm hug of a father.&nbsp; She couldn't have asked for a higher compliment and the smile on her face, highlighted by an almost radiant glow, was something she couldn't hide. <br><br>Time moved forward and she felt a nipping anticipation the closer they got to embarking on their first true assignment.&nbsp; It was true, she didn't have a huge part to play and all she'd done thus far was navigate and "steer", but it made her feel like a part of something important and far bigger than just herself.&nbsp; They were in the Romulan Neutral Zone, for stars' sake, there was no telling what could happen!&nbsp; She silently berated herself a bit for the part of her that was craving some action, a minor sliver of her subconscious hoping for something to be out of the ordinary.&nbsp; Nothing of course that would put the safety of the crew in jeopardy, just something nice and ... interesting.&nbsp; Something of note.&nbsp; But still, that was probably not a good thing.&nbsp; <br><br>Her strawberry brows furrowed as she concentrated on the sensors at her station, everything normal thus far.&nbsp; That was indeed a good thing, and she repeated that inwardly a few times.&nbsp; The young ensign's train of thought was broken when the new Tactical Officer reported to the bridge and she turned ever-so-slightly in her seat for a look.&nbsp; A Trill, how fascinating!&nbsp; Cate's bright aqua eyes quickly shot back to the sensors, realizing that it might appear as if she was studying him, which was just incredibly rude in most Federation cultures.&nbsp; Her curiosity was something she'd had to learn how to control, much to her chagrin at times.&nbsp; <br><br>From the comm it sounded like everything was falling into place, and for a moment Cate found herself slightly envious of those who got to go on the away mission, though the helm felt like home to her.&nbsp; Then a stray word cut through that particular tangent of thought.<br><br><em>"Peek-a-boo"</em><br><br>She couldn't help herself from stealing a glance in the Tactical Officer's direction, though it looked as if she wasn't the only one.&nbsp; Her cheeks dimpled but she pursed her lips to suppress a giggle as she turned back around.&nbsp; Well, there was one surprise for the day.&nbsp; At least it had been an entertaining one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 22:04:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara had been wandering through the hallways of the McNair since Sam had left her to go down to the planet that they were currently docked at.&nbsp; She didn't have much to do at the moment, although she was hearing rumors about a new Emergency Medical Hologram that was being transferred onto the ship.&nbsp; It would be interesting to see how that worked, since thus far Sahara's interactions with others had only been with humans.<br><br>She came to the corridor that led to the bridge. It was one of the few places on the ship, aside from individualized department offices that she had yet to visit on the ship.&nbsp; From what had been said before, she knew that she was in for a good treat when she entered the bridge.&nbsp; <br><br>In truth, she wanted to see what the planet was like that they were docked near, and knew that the screen on the bridge would be able to show her what she wanted to know.&nbsp; Stepping in quietly, she noticed a few people there.&nbsp; Well, at least the place was quiet, she thought to herself.<br><br>She found a place that she was comfortable standing and smiled, looking at the view around her.&nbsp; When she turned her head, she saw that she was in the company of the third Commander on the ship.&nbsp; Makari was the one that she really hadn't spoken much to thus far.&nbsp; <br><br>Pausing for a moment, she reasoned things out in her head.&nbsp; There was no time like the present to fix not speaking to the blonde commander.<br><br>"I hope I'm not intruding, Commander," Sari said softly.&nbsp; "I just thought it would be nice to say hi.&nbsp; I've already spoken with Commander MacReady and Captain Mitchell.&nbsp; You were the only person haven't seen around thus far."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 20:00:45</strong>
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				The burden of command duty was something Makari was sure a lot of people dreaded. He was sure many more dreamt of it. Some endless future dream about how they could someday rise from the rank of ensign into one of power and prestige. And then... well they would spend a lot of time on the bridge of a ship wondering when that prestige, power, and excitement would arrive. Because the burden of command was more so&nbsp; the burden of... well sitting and babysitting systems and making sure the chairs on the bridge remained comfy. Basically it was like running OPS. Just bigger and with a button that launched all shipboard weapons within reach of one's fingertips. Makari idly glanced down at said button and shook his head. Even he knew better than to go and do something like that. <br><br>So instead he tried to act as if he were in control of things, or at least that's how he hoped he came across. For all he knew he looked like a Ferengi who was debating the idiocy of Scrooge for letting ghosts cut into his profit while watching that old holiday Earthling movie. Another head shake. That had to be his worst analogy ever. And that included the time he compared sex on a beach to a ride in a washing machine full of cow tongues and tapioca pearls. He would have shuddered as he thought of that again if not for the other things on his mind. <br><br>Such as the fact even more programs were coming online within the ship, ones that required constant power. Holographic crew. Everyone loved them. They were tireless and knew so much. And endlessly drained system resources. Maybe it was just OPS who worried about such things, but on a small boat already pushing past its power limitations and already working overtime to keep everyone happily plugged into sensor grids and weapon systems... well it was just one more thing to deal with. <br><br>It could wait though. None of it was pressing, not at all as pressing as the person standing before him actually TALKING to him. Makari smiled at the doctor and gave her a small nod as he stood from his seat and extended his hand to hers in an informal offer of a hand shake. "Pleasure to see you Lieutenant," He said pleasently and then paused in thought. "Or do you prefer doctor? Or Overlord or all things medical? Since your the one person here who can releave ANYONE from duty the choice is clearly yours as to what you will be called..." He suggested idly, shrugging his shoulders lightly before he settled back into his place on the bridge. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 08:01:15</strong>
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				With a smile that could be have been out of some old romance holovid, Kavash caught the helmsman's grin, not noticing the other looks from around the bridge.&nbsp; For as many lifetimes as he'd been around Teel had always liked to open up a new post with mild humor.&nbsp; Monitoring the ships tactical systems Kavash watched diligently as the crew prepared for the away mission to the planet.&nbsp; The comm system tied into the command console kept tabs on the discussion and situation in the Transporter room as the crew prepared to disembark.&nbsp; <em>"Good luck gentlemen.&nbsp; I'll be waiting to bring you home safely again." </em>&nbsp; Echoed across the comm as Kavash's console indicated the ships primary shields were dropping momentarily to allow for the transport.&nbsp; The system was automatic and would quickly return the shields to the status they were at prior to activating the transporters.&nbsp; <br><br>As the shields dropped completely Kavash jumped as a luminescent purple arch of electricity seemed to roll quickly across&nbsp; his console.&nbsp; Looking around the bridge he noticed this was not the only arch of energy.&nbsp; As quickly as it came it was gone and everything seemed back to normal.&nbsp; Unsure of what had happened, Kavash turned back to check the ships systems and was concerned to see that the ship shields had not gone back up after the transport was complete.&nbsp; His hands skirted quickly across the black sheen console, touching buttons which brought up status panels and system readings.&nbsp; Although all status's showed that the shields were fully operational, but something was not letting him activate the shields.<br><br>"Captain, there is a problem with the shields.&nbsp; The transport is complete, but they aren't coming back up.&nbsp; Sensors are showing that we are being exposed to small amounts of Chroniton radiation.&nbsp; I'm attempting to bring the shields back up, but there seems to be a malfunction somewhere in the system I haven't been able to track down yet." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 23:04:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82453.msg4091509#msg4091509">Quote from: Barnbean on 05-01-2011, 20:00:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It could wait though. None of it was pressing, not at all as pressing as the person standing before him actually TALKING to him. Makari smiled at the doctor and gave her a small nod as he stood from his seat and extended his hand to hers in an informal offer of a hand shake. "Pleasure to see you Lieutenant," He said pleasently and then paused in thought. "Or do you prefer doctor? Or Overlord or all things medical? Since your the one person here who can releave ANYONE from duty the choice is clearly yours as to what you will be called..." He suggested idly, shrugging his shoulders lightly before he settled back into his place on the bridge.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara shook Makari's hand in a firm shake and then couldn't help the laugh that bubbled forth from her lips.&nbsp; It appeared that the Commander was one that would be able to put her at ease and make her laugh, something that was a plus in her book.&nbsp; She had to be able to lighten up and not be into such a hardassed train of thinking while she was on the ship.&nbsp; If she did, she knew that she would get bored of her job and her position very quickly.&nbsp; Besides, there was humor to be had in everything, and it was clear that Makari was a man that understood that.<br><br>"I'm so glad that someone has finally noticed the power that I possess on this ship," she teased him.&nbsp; "I could find any one of you high ranking commanders unfit for duty and take over the ship myself," she grinned, obviously joking.&nbsp; While the thought was entertaining, she knew that she would never be able to handle running a ship like this one.&nbsp; She would just stick to running the medical department.&nbsp; That alone kept her busy, and that was definitely enough for now.&nbsp; Besides, she could always have her fun with the higher ups when they came in for their checkups.<br><br>"Sahara is fine," she said with a smile, "though my friends have been known to call me Sari on occasion," she told him.&nbsp; "I'm surprised to see you here, actually," she said.&nbsp; "I thought that you would be with the rest of them down on the planet's surface," she explained, gesturing to the picture of said planet that was on the bridge's screen.&nbsp; "Or, are you just staying behind to make sure that everything runs smoothly over here?" she asked, leaning against one of the nearest walls.&nbsp; "I wouldn't blame you, being that it was established in the briefings that we don't know what we're dealing with regarding the chronitons," she told him.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 16:45:52</strong>
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				"You work in OPS long enough and you learn to not just watch where power is allocated in systems, but where it is allocated in the crew as well... the Captain holds the strings to all our puppets, the CMO holds the scissors... one snip and we are nothing but a pile of prone limbs on a biobed, and who claims its unfit for duty fatigue? The same CMO who cut our strings... yeah I know who has the power, and who to make nicey nice with," Makari replied in a light laugh. He wasn't suggesting doctors were crooked or pulled strings (or cut them) he was just admitting he knew who had what power. And that he knew enough to make light of it and not run around afraid that every inappropriate smile or broken limb might mean he would be declared unfit for duty. <br><br>"Sahara it is then, better than supreme medical overlord at any rate," Makari grinned at the doctor. "I'm OPS and second officer, neither lends itself to away missions. First officer, maybe on a rare occasion the captain, but the number two guy? I'm like a glorified babysitter. I get to watch the crew and the ship, make sure it keeps nursing on the proper nipple and sucks the right amount of power... and this analogy is getting dangerously close to either sexual harassment or plain raunchy so I will stop now..." He laughed, a light yet hearty laugh. "Sure, it's an unknown, but that's the life we lead right? Explore and investigate, discover new stuff, boldly go where no... nah, I won't go there, seems so... corny..."<br><br>Makari's attention pulled away from his conversation as the tactical officer's voice announced a problem with shields. He stood from his seat and moved back to the OPS console, a junior officer stepping aside as he did so. He scanned through his own displays readouts and saw the reports coming up at the touch of his fingers. From what he could tell things should have been operating fine. Yes he had personal detoured power from weapons to more critical systems, but the shields had remained at full strength. Except now they were not even working. And yet they should have been. "Contact engineering, get them on it immediately, and we will alert the captain as well as medical..." Makari gave a half smile towards Sahara and indicated she could look over his console if she wanted to see the technical data flowing past. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 04:10:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara couldn't help the genuine laugh that bubbled up from her stomach to her mouth.&nbsp; It seemed that the SIC was good company.&nbsp; He was funny, and she needed to laugh every once in a while.&nbsp; She wanted to ask him about the new medical hologram that was rumored to be joining her department, but thought the better of doing so.&nbsp; Sahara didn't want to be accused of only wanting to fish for information from the higher ups.&nbsp; That was not the reason why she was befriending them.&nbsp; She just wanted a friend or two on the ship.<br><br>She had her sights set on someone, but she wasn't saying who just yet.&nbsp; She wanted to make sure that things worked out, and being that she was very superstitious, she didn't want to do anything to ruin her chances of getting to know the handsome and ever interesting executive officer in the future.&nbsp; Her thoughts turned to Samuel, and she wondered how they were faring on their mission down at the planet's surface.&nbsp; "Is there some way that you would know if something goes wrong with the away team that's been beamed down to the surface of the planet?" she asked, hoping that her voice was neutral enough so as to not give away the nature of why she was asking her question.<br><br>Before Makari would even have a chance to answer her questions, the Tactical officer that was on the bridge with them spoke up.&nbsp; Sahara frowned as she listened to the man's words.&nbsp; Nodding to Makari, she stood behind him, looking over his shoulder at his console.&nbsp; Reading what was there, she made a mental note of things that she saw.&nbsp; She had been quite worried about the chronitons that they would be facing during this expedition, and had hoped that they would have a bit more time before they were faced with having to deal with them.&nbsp; Now, that didn't seem to be working out.&nbsp; Damnit, she thought to herself.&nbsp; "Is there some way to monitor what is going on around the ship from here?" she asked.&nbsp; "There's no telling the caliber of what we're dealing with at the moment.&nbsp; Anything could happen while we're not aware of other parts of the ship..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 16:50:42</strong>
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				<em>"Contact engineering, get them on it immediately, and we will alert the captain as well as medical..."</em><br><br>Pressing the comm button on his console with his right hand as his left hand deftly attempted to reroute ships systems to bring the shields back up the computers comm chirp filled the air. =/\= Tactical to McGalleon, we are having a system malfunction which is not allowing the shields to re-activate after we transported the away team to the planet.&nbsp; All systems are showing green, but there seems to be a break in the system somewhere.&nbsp; Please advise.&nbsp; Tactical to Captain Mitchell, we are experiencing issues with the shields and the ship is being exposed to Chroniton radiation.&nbsp; Engineering has been advised and is working the issue. =/\=&nbsp; Kavash closed the comm link and kept trying to run down the problem.&nbsp; He felt a mild headache beginning to grown in the back of his mind.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 19:21:34</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Mitchell returning to the bridge</strong><br><br>Commander Osiel, Doctor Tir, and Lieutenant Kavash Teel surrounded the tactical station presumably analyzing the results of scans. Looking at the console, Captain Mitchell noted the fluctuation in the shielding, causing some chroniton emissions to penetrate the hull. <br><br>“Ensign Falkin, contact the planet and inform the Commander of our status. They should accelerate their data collection and return to the ship.” Airik said to the communications officer. <br><br>Airik turned back to Doctor Tir. “Medical should prepare radiation inoculations and evacuate any decks experiencing toxic radiation levels.” <br><br>Finally he turned to the Tactical Chief. “Yellow alert.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 21:19:00</strong>
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				"Aye, aye Captain."&nbsp; Darrin gave the only acceptable response to his Captain and proceeded to respond to the ship's away team.&nbsp; Slender fingers moved swiftly over the Comm console's settings as he proceeded to relay the Captain's message to Commander &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91759.msg4109243#msg4109243)<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11px;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span></span><span style="font-size: 12px;" class="bbc_size">MacReady </span></span>[/size]<span style="font-size: 11px;" class="bbc_size"> planet side.[/font]<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span></span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">After sending the message as ordered, Darrin turns to report in the same calm, steady tone, "Message sent Captain.&nbsp; Awaiting response."</span><span style="font-size: 11px;" class="bbc_size">[/font]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 22:00:18</strong>
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				<em>“Yellow alert.” </em><br><br>Years of experience though Kavash's life had taught him the skill of being able to read and anticipate the needs of his superiors or his equals in order to better execute his orders, this one was no different.&nbsp; He had already expected the Captains response and tapped the console command for Yellow Alert as the Captain said it.&nbsp; Almost instantly the computer system activated Yellow Alert protocols around the ship as warning klaxons, pulsing lights and containment fields activated.&nbsp; <br><br>Kavash was suddenly shocked to see the ships ventral shielding activate as the emergency systems rerouted shield control through damage control circuits and away from normal function circuits.&nbsp; "Captain, Damage control protocols have seem to have shifted some shield control back to Tactical.&nbsp; I've only got Ventral shielding which means everything on the upper decks is still effected."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 09:38:28</strong>
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				<strong>=/ Copy that, Tactical, running diagnostics now. \=</strong><br><br>Came the reply from Lt McGalleon in Engineering.&nbsp; A handful of minutes pass before he contacts the bridge.<br><br><strong>=/ Lt McGalleon to the Bridge, I have shields back up at full strength.&nbsp; I am at a loss for the exact malfunction, but the computer relays seemed annoyed with the request, if thats even possible.&nbsp; I will continue to keep you informed.&nbsp; McGalleon out. \=</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 18:58:45</strong>
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				<em>=/\= Lt McGalleon to the Bridge, I have shields back up at full strength.&nbsp; I am at a loss for the exact malfunction, but the computer relays seemed annoyed with the request, if thats even possible.&nbsp; I will continue to keep you informed.&nbsp; McGalleon out.=/\=</em><br><br>Breathing a bit of a sigh of relief, Kavash smiled as the sensors showed the shields activate all around the ship.&nbsp; Shipwide sensors showed a continuous drop in the low levels of Chroniton radiation infiltrating the ships hull.&nbsp; The headache came back again, this time piercing through the middle of his head.&nbsp; Kavash staggered for a minute, catching himself on the console.&nbsp; He could feel the Teel Symbiote in distress as he slowly recovered from the assault on his head.&nbsp; "Captain, shields are back up at full strength.&nbsp; Chroniton radiation is dropping off. I'm experiencing a severe headache and my symbiote is having a strange reaction to something.&nbsp; Request permission to report to sick bay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 00:42:25</strong>
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				Captain Mitchell found the very simple mission turning more complex by the minute. Computer malfunctions? Shielding issues? In the Neutral Zone? Not a good combination. He didn’t exactly find the fact that the ship’s computer relay systems seemed to be annoyed with the requests from the Chief Engineer.<br><br>=/\= We appreciate the shielding Lieutenant McGalleon. We’ll remain at yellow alert pending the results of diagnostics. Bridge out. =/\=<br><br>Airik looked to Lieutenant Teel with concern when requested to be relieved. “Permission granted, Lieutenant.” He turned to the Risan. “Commander Osiel, please take over Tactical.” They were in a rather sticky situation with shielding recently affected and not having a Chief Tactical Officer. “Continue to monitor the shielding.”<br><br>Airik moved back over to the command chair. As he sat, he rubbed his fingers on his right hand. His knuckles began to feel stiff and achy. Not a time for him to feel the results of living 215 years.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 06:05:43</strong>
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				Everything was normal and then suddenly there were alerts going off, and strange readings, and calls over the comm that were clearly strained with concern.&nbsp; <em>Great, Cate, just great!&nbsp; You HAD to wish for excitement!</em>&nbsp; There wasn't much to do from her position.&nbsp; The sensors at the helm remained steady for the most part, at least for the time being ... or perhaps her sensors just weren't processing it.&nbsp; Her pulse quickened a bit, wondering in how much danger they were in.&nbsp; Soon though, McGalleon's voice came back through the comm, saying the shields were back up at full strength.&nbsp; Their new Trill crew member made mention of sick bay, however, but Cate decided that it was most likely just nerves getting the better of him.<br><br>She looked back down at her station, checking to make sure things were calm and steady.&nbsp; "The navigational deflector appears to be operating normally, Captain," Cate reported, tapping the screen to scroll through readings.&nbsp; Just then she met with one of the nastiest statics shocks she'd ever felt.&nbsp; "Ouchsonofabitch!" she hissed under her breath, immediately retracting her porcelain hand and nearly glaring at the console.&nbsp; With a shake of her red head she cleared her throat, mostly hoping that the captain hadn't heard her unprofessional language as her focus returned to the helm.&nbsp; Still, it was odd, and it pecked at the corner of her mind.&nbsp; How pesky static shocks could be, feeling as though they drained you of your energy for a few moments ... or ... at least she was hoping that's what they usually did.&nbsp; She couldn't quite recall ...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 06:10:45</strong>
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				<strong>=/ Belay that order, Sick Bay, I will be fine...\=</strong>&nbsp; He sounded ancient, much like his still alive and thriving great grand father, a deep and booming, yet wizened base rumbling a bit shakily through trembling lips.&nbsp; Dun straightened his back and thrust his chest out which did not feel good at all but let him now he wasnt dead yet and stated with more authority, <strong>=/ Captain, this is Lt McGalleon.&nbsp; It appears these new chronitrons are having effects upon me biologically and thus probably are effecting every other living organism that has been exposed to them in the same fashion.&nbsp; I will head to sick bay for analysis immediately \=</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 15:13:30</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Tosh contacting Captain Mitchell</strong><br><br>/\="Tosh to Captain Mitchell.&nbsp; There has been a severe mishap with Lt. Lugus' armband.&nbsp; He is being exposed to high quantities of chroniton emissions.&nbsp; For his safety, I recommend he be transported to sickbay at once."&nbsp; =/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 18:25:23</strong>
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				Airik's face turned to worry as the communication came in from the Chief of Security. <br><br>=/\= Acknowledged, Lieutenant. =/\=<br><br>=/\= Transporter room, medical emergency - lock onto Lieutenant Lugus and transport him directly to sickbay. Once secured, lock onto the remaining team and get the back on the ship. =/\=<br><br>=/\= Bridge to sickbay, prepare for incoming medical emergency. =/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:20:07</strong>
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				=/\= Aye captain locked onto the Lieutenant now and beaming to sick bay. =/\=<br><br>Avalona's prompt reply would be heard over the com followed shortly by, <br><br>=/\= Avalona to bridge. Captain the science officer Lt. Lugus has been transported to sick bay and the away team is now aboard the McNair. =/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 02:03:56</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell wondered when it went wrong. Simple scientific mission? Ha!<br><br><em>=/\= Sickbay to Captain Mitchell.&nbsp; Captain, this is Lieutenant Tir.&nbsp; We seem to have a state of chaos right now, as the effects of the chronitons are showing.&nbsp; I think it would be a good idea to call a meeting with the Senior Officers so we can figure out how to deal with this.&nbsp; =/\=</em><br><br>Airik looked over to Commander Osiel and gave a small reassuring smile. It was probably faked, but he tried at least. “I don’t know about you, Commander, but at 215, I just can’t imagine getting older.” He sighed momentarily.<br><br>“Red alert.” Captain Mitchell ordered. “Take us out of orbit and distance us from the chroniton emissions.” <br><br>=/\= Captain Mitchell to senior officers, report to the observation lounge. =/\=<br><br>Airik tapped the console on his command chair for a ship-wide announcement.<br><br>=/\= All non-essential crew are to report to quarters until further notice. =/\=<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 15:42:06</strong>
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				Makari stood at his station and tried his best to maintain his composure. He had been one of the voices of warning when chronitons and time problems had been mentioned. He had warned of the trouble it might cause. And now? Well as if fate wanted to slap him up the side of the head he could now clearly see the signs of time at work. He was aging. It wasn't the slow aging of a man growing in time. It was the aging of someone who was skipping through time like a stone skipped upon the water. One moment young, the next older, the next older still. He would have shuddered at the thought but shuddering might come across as some old man spasmodic involuntary thing, and he didn't want to act as old as his body was starting to feel. <br><br>"If I go bald I am so going to mutiny..." Makari responded back after the Captain announced that he was in no hurry to age past his already timeless two hundred plus years. He tried to keep his words light and to smile. But part of him... well he was worried. That was an understatement. He was... he didn't know. Old clearly. Worried, understatement. He shook his head and continued to offer up the smile he used most often. Disarming and aloof. Because everything would be okay. That was like a rule in his life, things could get bad but they got better. And he may have been aging but he had no doubt he wasn't losing his Risian luck any time soon. <br><br>As the captain announced a meeting, Makari nodded to the man and stepped away from his console offering it one last glance before he did so. The readings remained normal, status remained nominal, but clearly everything was wrong, and he could hardly trust what he saw on the displays. So he would just have to go to the meeting, low on information, and hope the other departments knew more than he did. Science and medical would know for sure. They always did, right? Sure, and he was the model of a modern military officer, with information vegetable, chroniton and mineral.... And he was apparently going senile as he aged. Great.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 17:25:12</strong>
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				<br>Real age 22,&nbsp; Reversed age 4&nbsp; (full reversal happens after makari leaves the deck)<br><br><br><br>Nobody seemed to be listening to him.&nbsp; 'I don't like this.'&nbsp; Darrin though.&nbsp; 'It's weird in here now, and why is the Campatain looking so mad.'&nbsp; He could feel his chin begin to quiver, but he knew he had to try and be a brave boy.&nbsp; He kept his head towards the buttons in front of him and his headphones on.&nbsp; His head hurt and his tummy felt funny.&nbsp; Shifting his head slightly, he could see the big man, the blond one who was funny and smart, but not the Captain.&nbsp; He frowned, he should remember what the man was called, 'Makari' is his name I don't know the other part.&nbsp; &nbsp;"He bit down on his lip."&nbsp; "I'm gonna be in trouble cause I gotta know that stuff... names and things, and I gotta go pee.'&nbsp; He whimpered softly, so no one could hear.<br><br><br>He wanted to roll into a ball and hide under the desk, but he didn't want the Campatain to be mad with him or the other man neither.&nbsp; <br><br><br>When the noise and red lights started, Darrin jumped and if the comm unit hadn't been already attached to his head, he would have clapped his hands over his ears.&nbsp; Instead, he just stood, big eyed, staring at the flashing screen in front of him as one by one the others began to leave the Bridge. <br><br><br>&nbsp;His own breath sounds loud, and things are so much larger than they were before as the distance between him and the consul where he works seems to become so much further away, even though he isn't moving...not on his own anyway.&nbsp; A thin, boys arm reaches out one slender finger to poke at a flashing blue whirl, but it's lost in a sea of black and gray uniform.&nbsp; It doesn't matter though, his hand is too short to reach.&nbsp; The =/\=&nbsp; from his Ensign's uniform had fallen somewhere around his knees.&nbsp; He kicked his way out of his pants and boots&nbsp; and looked around.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, unable to take the noise and sound, Darrin, for the first time, disobeyed a direct order and sat under his consul for a cry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 00:17:56</strong>
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				The situation was steadily becoming more dire, and this wasn't the sort of thing Cate had expected in the least.&nbsp; Hurdling through time, sure, but the crew experiencing rapid aging, no, that had not been among her "expect the unexpected" scenarios.&nbsp; Regardless she had a job to do and she wasn't going to let worry stand in her way, no matter how dry her throat felt and how hard it was to swallow in that moment.<br><br>Ensign Cassidy's train of thought was cracked, however, as a sound very very rarely ever heard on the bridge of a Starfleet vessel rang out.&nbsp; A child crying?&nbsp; Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion, expression lines now being displayed across her forehead along with it, though she had no idea.&nbsp; Had one of the crew's children somehow gotten onto the bridge?&nbsp; Instinctively she got up from her seat ... slowly, as the not-so-yong ensign seemed to have a bit of a stiff back and a pinch in her neck.&nbsp; Blue-green eyes, not quite as bright as they had been only an hour ago scanned the bridge and fell upon the console of the ship's communication's officer.&nbsp; There was no one there.&nbsp; She shook her head of slightly dulled red hair incredulously, but when she walked a bit closer she could see a young boy, a toddler, hiding beneath and balling his eyes out.<br><br>Cate knelt down next to him, wanting to console the poor child and not yet concerning herself with the "how" or "why".&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey," she said softly, offering him a smile, "what are you doing here, little guy?"&nbsp; It was then that she noted the distinct fabric of a Starfleet uniform swimming about his tiny body ... then she took not of the brown hair ... and the brown eyes.&nbsp; "Darrin?!" Cate gasped.&nbsp; "Oh dear ... are you okay?"&nbsp; Reaching out to put a gentle hand on his little shoulder she then noticed the change in herself.&nbsp; There was a small brown spot, right in the middle of her right hand, an age spot to be exact.&nbsp; Her bones too had become much more pronounced, the fullness and elasticity of her flesh having worn away by what looked to be about 12-15 years.&nbsp; Had Cate not been attempting to comfort the Comm Officer she may have found herself having a similar emotional reaction, but for his sake she knew she had to keep it together.&nbsp; He seemed so helpless.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 05:23:36</strong>
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				<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11px;" class="bbc_size">"Hey," she said softly, offering him a smile, "what are you doing here, little guy?"&nbsp; It was then that she noted the distinct fabric of a Starfleet uniform swimming about his tiny body ... then she took not of the brown hair ... and the brown eyes.&nbsp; "Darrin?!" Cate gasped.&nbsp; "Oh dear ... are you okay?"</span></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Hearing a soft voice speaking to him, snapped Darrin out of his torrent of tears and he began to quiet as he looked up to see who was adressing him.&nbsp; "Doeth it have to be so loud?"&nbsp; he asked.&nbsp; Wondering when the sound would stop.<br><br>Darrin looked up at the lady then, wondering who she was.&nbsp; "Are you Cathidy's Mama?"&nbsp; Darrin lisped as he eyed the redhead with some suspicion.&nbsp; She looked like Cassidy that sat up front and helped drive the ship but, her hair wasn't so bright and had gray streaking in it's pretty lengths.&nbsp; He wanted to reach out and feel it, so he did.&nbsp; "Soft."&nbsp; he mumbled and offered her a wet smile.&nbsp; 'It still felt like Cathidy's.'&nbsp; A deep V began to form between his brows and he hic'ed once and sighed, then once again before his tears completely stopped and he popped his right thumb into his mouth.&nbsp; Turning his head to the right he studied her for a moment.<br><br>"Arb du Tathady's mub-ba?"&nbsp; he asked around the home grown passifier and through a few sniffles.&nbsp; "Du wook yike..." he went on, but then pulled his thumb free to finish.&nbsp; "er."&nbsp; He sniffed at her shoulder.&nbsp; " You smell pretty like Cathidy, too."&nbsp; He nodded--once--serious little chin pointed toward the seat she just vacated as he trailed a wet hand over her comm unit.&nbsp; <br><br>"I haff to go."&nbsp; He confided, bringing his stormy hazel eyes, huge and bruised looking from his spate of tears up to face the ones that were moments ago the same age as his own,&nbsp; as he rubbed his knees back and forward one against the other and began to hop from his left foot to his right in a weird little dance. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 03:15:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Captain in the Observation Lounge</strong><br><br>=/\= Bridge, initiate red alert and quarantine. Set course for nearest starbase, maximum warp. =/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 22:51:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When the red alert claxon begins to sound, Darrin looks at Cassidy and then bolts for the doors.&nbsp; As they slide open, he darts through them and sprints down the corridors, just as they are sealed behind him.&nbsp; As fast as he can, he makes his way towards sickbay and is friend.<br><br><br>Bare feet make soft slapping sounds as he runs.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 19:22:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cate had a moment of minor panic and horror when Darrin asked her, with a youthful impediment, if she was in fact her mother, but it was swiftly replaced by a warm and fuzzy feeling that she found to be so odd.&nbsp; Did she look <em>that</em> old?!&nbsp; And why was the fact that her colleague, now miniature-human sized, was fingering through her hair with sweet tiny little fingers more important in that moment?!&nbsp; As she stood and turned with his movement over to her console the ensign caught her reflection in one of the screens.&nbsp; A small percentage of hairs on her head were now pure white and she had to take a deep breath to maintain her composure.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyebrow cocked as he began dancing strangely.&nbsp; "Go ..." she repeated questioningly.&nbsp; "Oh, GO?!&nbsp; Oh ... um ..."&nbsp; Cate knew Sick Bay was the best place to go, given his rapid de-aging, but before she had a chance to scoop him up and head for the turbolift Darrin darted off.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Nonono!" she mumbled with wide eyes, immediately laying chase to the small child.&nbsp; There were just too many places a tiny human could get hurt on a starship.&nbsp; Her breathing was slightly more labored, she noted, as she attempted to follow him down the hallway, and every fiber of her aging body hoped that the crew's think tank was coming up with a solution quickly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 02:23:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Captain Mitchell on the bridge, feeling the effects of aging</strong><br><br>The Ba’ku had a different sense of time than many species. Like the Travelers or the Q, they were able to see outside the linear properties of time and even shape it to some extent. Airik couldn’t use time as a physical property and transfer its energy such as the Travelers. He also couldn’t just disregard the rules of time and shape it to his will such as the Q.<br><br>The Ba’ku could hold moments, as though slowing time to almost stopping. <br><br>Airik turned his head to look around at the crew. His neck popped. He hissed a moment as the pain shot down his arm and then subsided. Was this what it was like to age? He’d forgotten.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 08:28:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>=/ Lt McGalleon to the Captain, recommend all stop and an all green lowering of shields and all containment protocols, including hull integrity. It may be this vessels last acts . . .&nbsp; .&nbsp; . .&nbsp; . at allowing you and I to survive.&nbsp; Dun awaiting response \=</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 03:11:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik's brow furrowed at the communication from the Chief Engineer.<br><br>"All stop and following the Lieutenant's request." Airik ordered to crew on the bridge.<br><br>=/\= Lieutenant, I've ordered it done. I certainly hope there's a logical explanation for our ship to be stopped in the Neutral Zone with no shields. =/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 14:09:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>=/ Acknowledged, Capt'n.&nbsp; We will have this figured out before you know it.&nbsp; I would suggest that we may be safest in our current situation back in orbit around the planet.&nbsp; I will have more information for you shortly.&nbsp; Lt McGalleon out \=</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 16:12:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kavash had returned to his position at the Tactical station.&nbsp; The order come to a full stop and lower the shields this close to the Neutral zone was tenuous at best, dangerous at worst.&nbsp; He wondered if the Chief Engineer had aged beyond the point of cognitive thought.&nbsp; His actions sure seemed to point to that.&nbsp; Kavash considered that point for a moment, if the older crewmembers were aging and the effect caused problems with their memory and cognitive functions, then why were the younger crew not effected.&nbsp; Kavash still had the memories of all of his previous hosts, and did not recognize any lapses in the information that he still held in his mind.&nbsp; "Shields down Captain.&nbsp; Long range sensors do not show any ships or any tacheon emissions that could be a cloaked Romulan ship.&nbsp; Weapons and Shields are on hot standby and battle program thirty six alpha is loaded and ready to be activated in the event of a surprise attack."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 02:46:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Airik Mitchell was a bit tense. It could easily be attributed to a combination of losing crew, being in the Neutral Zone, not having shields, and his slow aging progression. It seemed that he was not affected as dramatically as some on the crew - including the Chief Engineer. Perhaps it had something to do with his Ba'ku enhanced biology.<br><br>"Thank you Lieutenant. Keep scanning for any unusual disruptions." Airik said leaning back in the seat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 02:09:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Captain experiences issues with aging</strong><br><br>The Captain felt a sudden pain in his temple. He hissed slightly as he closed his eyes. The effects of the chroniton emissions were getting to him, even with his regenerative abilities. He couldn’t deny it any longer. Airik gently massaged the sides of his head and tried to break through his nose and then his mouth, calming his body.<br><br>Slowly he opened his eyes. Airik blinked a few times as the pain caused his vision to be slightly blurry. After a moment of inability to clear his vision he swallowed hard. Was this the manifestation? It was not a good sign.<br><br>He tried to recall who was on the bridge, remember his recent conversation with the Chief Tactical Officer.<br><br>“Lieutenant?” Airik attempted to stand, holding onto the arm of his command chair. “I seem to have lost my vision.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 07:19:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>“Lieutenant?&nbsp; I seem to have lost my vision.”</em><br><br>Kavash jumped from his console with teenage reflexes moving to steady the Captain .&nbsp; Tapping his comm badge, <br>=/\= Sickbay, I need assistance up here.&nbsp; The Captain's aging has just taken his vision.=/\=<br><br>Helping the Captain back into his chair, Kavash made sure that the Captain was comfortable.&nbsp; "It's ok Captain, we have medical coming.&nbsp; Just relax."&nbsp; Kavash pulled out a tricorder and began scanning the the Captains eyes and face.&nbsp; Apparently the old age was actually effecting his eyesight.&nbsp; He could only hope the Science and Engineering teams came up with something soon.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 03:19:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik smiled softly as he was led back to the seat. He sat carefully and nodded as the Lieutenant spoke. "I guess I can handle a little arthritis in the shoulder and knee, but...I have to admit." Airik sighed. "I wasn't anticipating blindness."<br><br>Ba'ku didn't experience disease or physical disabilities. Their home world prevented most genetic mutations from forming. Simultaneously any accidental injuries were healed at exponential rates. <br><br>This was completely different.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 00:33:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise stepped onto the bridge, just a few minutes after she had been dispatched from the Sickbay.&nbsp; She had to find the Captain, make sure that he was not in any dire danger, and then give him the message from Sahara.&nbsp; Looking around, she found the Captain with Lieutenant Teel.&nbsp; She was almost afraid to let him see her now.&nbsp; Gone was the stellar, flawless beauty that she had possessed earlier.&nbsp; Instead, there were touches of gray in her hair and her face had been met with a few wrinkles here and there as she aged with the chroniton's effects.&nbsp; Still, she found that there wasn't much for her to be ashamed of.&nbsp; She did not do this to herself.&nbsp; With a soft smile in Lieutenant Teel's direction, she approached the Captain carefully.<br><br>"Captain Mitchell,"&nbsp; she spoke softly.&nbsp; "I was sent by Lieutenant Tir, to assess your condition.&nbsp; I was also to regrettably inform you that even though your situation is quite dire at the moment, there is not much that Lieutenant Tir can do, but she is working on it as we speak.&nbsp; Commander Osiel and herself are in the Sickbay right now, trying to come up with some feasible plan that will reverse the effects of the chronitons..."</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 01:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Airik on the bridge, not seeing much</strong><br><br>The Captain listened carefully to the voice that spoke to him. He didn't recognize it at first, but quickly flew through the images in his mind to put a face to the voice. He had yet to meet everyone in a manner that would allow him to connect the details. "Yes, of course, there are others on the ship that need assistance far more than me." Airik said reassuringly. "I shouldn't keep you either. I'm sorry. I can't quite place the voice to a face." Airik finally confessed outright. <br><br>The Ba'ku once again considered their situation. While not working with them for a long time, he had confidence in his crew. Airik knew their backgrounds and the reason for their assignment on the McNair. Their expertise in theoretical science was an asset that would come in handy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 03:36:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Ensign Thompson reporting to the bridge.</strong><br><br>Richard had been filled in by the Commander and was now prepared for this mission. There was a serious look on his face as he walked through the sliding door onto the bridge. There was a discussion going on between the Captain and one of the officers from Sickbay. His eyes were a little too busy scanning the girl to properly identify her. Richard flicked the rubber band on his wrist. He had stopped to grab it from his quarters which is what took him so long to get to the bridge. It was meant to keep his teenage urges in check. Every time he had a thought that was much less civilized than it should be, he pulled the rubber band against his wrist.<br><br>"Is there anyone that needs any assistance from Intelligence?" Richard did not want to interrupt anything and he was a little too consumed in thought suppression to take initiative and do something. His teenage self was known to be deep in thought at all times. But now he was just battling with himself to keep his thoughts in control. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 17:38:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Airik Mitchell stood in the middle of the bridge as the crew began their delicate operations. It was a multi-step endeavor to rid the chroniton life forms from the ship and reverse their aging effects on the crew. Because of the intricacies of the plan, Captain Mitchell assigned one member of the to a shuttlecraft positioned at a distance calculated to be safe from the McNair being re-infected. On the shuttle were Commander MacReady who seemed immune to the effects. In the event the plan didn’t work MacReady had his orders to contact Starfleet.<br><br>To limit the human error the computer was preprogrammed to initiate the entire sequence automatically. The simulations engineering and medical worked through seemed to have all the kinks worked out.<br><br>=/\= Thank you Lieutenant. =/\=<br><br>Before beginning the sequence, Airik captured the moment in time. With his ability to alter the time continuum in a localized area, he considered the life he had led thus far. It was mostly fulfilled. The Ba’ku species, however, were always on quests to learn and master. It wasn’t a competitive nature but rather an appreciation for the intricacies around them. In many areas he was still a student of life. Airik had so much more to learn. His last thought was of Dallas.<br><br>=/\= Computer, initiate McNair Alpha Omega. =/\=<br><br>The code name was someone’s idea of literary metaphor. The alpha and omega were strong symbols for life and death. Youth and age. It was something that the Ba’ku could appreciate – the little things. The name stuck.<br><br>As Airik initiated the sequence the computer took main control of the ship. Instantly transporters engaged and the crew and much of the biological matter on the ship vanished. The transporter chief calculated the time the crew could be held in the transporter without significant strain on the ship’s energy as well as any degradation in the transporter signatures. Being from a culture that long ago abandoned their technological advances, Airik came to accept them as a way of life in Starfleet. However, this was taking it a bit far.<br><br>What seemed like only a fraction of time, Airik rematerialized on the bridge. He was momentarily disoriented. It was probably due to remaining in the transporter for longer than normal. “Lieutenant, status?”<br><br>Worked into the Alpha Omega sequence was an automatic diagnostic and sensor program. The readouts would provide all the necessary evidence to determine if the plan worked.<br><br>“The deflector array has disengaged. All crew accounted for. Detecting no chroniton emissions on the McNair. Time in transporter stasis…three hours fourteen minutes.” Was the response from the Science Officer.<br><br>Airik smiled. “Contact Commander MacReady and initiate the same sequence on the shuttle. Send a message to Starfleet of our status.”<br><br>=/\= Bridge to Engineering. My appreciation Lieutenant. I’m not dead. =/\=<br><br>Airik chuckled. Not bad for a first mission.<br><br>“Helm, once Commander MacReady has been cleared to return, set a course for Starbase 39.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 21:35:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being nothing more than broken down particles for an extended period of time and then subsequently reformed had to be one of the most bizarre feelings Cate had ever experienced ... and it was hard to tell if it was more mental or physical.&nbsp; The sum of one's parts being able to be disassembled so was disconcerting, though it had&nbsp; never bothered her before.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt a bit wobbly for a few moments, as if someone was taking her head and rocking it back and forth against her will, her vision also took a minute to fully focus.&nbsp; As soon as she had her wits about her the once again young ensign looked down at her hands and was pleased to find not a single age spot!&nbsp; With a relieved smile Cate ran her palms over her face, noting that it was back to its original soft and smooth form.&nbsp; It was the most inspection she could do without a mirror.<br><br>Scary as it had been she now felt a renewed sense of youth and vigor, not wanting to take a single moment for granted.&nbsp; Not only that their first mission had been a success, even if it had been a bumpy ride.&nbsp; Could there be a grander feeling of accomplishment?&nbsp; With a deep breath, enjoying how easy it was just to breathe again without obstruction, Ensign Cassidy turned to the Captain upon his command.&nbsp; "Aye, sir," she replied, the twinkle back in her bright blue green eyes as she pulled up the course for Starbase 39 and awaited the Commander's return.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 15:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tosh had taken to busying himself after comforting Brady in sickbay.&nbsp; Too many feelings swelled during that time, and he felt entirely too vulnerable.&nbsp; It was not how he usually felt.&nbsp; He had been through this before though.&nbsp; It was when he met Liz.&nbsp; They were in the academy and hit it off easily with a friendship.&nbsp; Tosh became reclusive soon after, however.&nbsp; His feelings of being close to someone were just so foreign to him and therefore bad.&nbsp; It took her stalking him down and reading him the riot act before he began the slow and grueling process to the strong friendship they have today.<br><br>Brady was a different story though.&nbsp; He was...well, he was Brady.&nbsp; His eyes and smile were perfect.&nbsp; It pained the large Angosian to see him in distress.&nbsp; Comforting the young male was what seemed appropriate at the time, but his own personal feelings stopped it from going any further than that which was good.&nbsp; There is no need for romance during a crisis, but...what about now?<br><br>He pushed it from his mind.&nbsp; There were more important matters at hand.&nbsp; He was busy making sure everyone was accounted for and in their place before the transporter was activated.<br><br>Immediately after, he found himself in the exact same place on the bridge.&nbsp; His body had reverted to its normal thirty-six year old self.&nbsp; It was a success, but for Tosh, duty called.&nbsp; He began to check with everyone, making sure they were all right or if they needed to be escorted to sickbay.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 00:55:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Refreshed after a very quick stop in his quarters, Val exited the turbolift.&nbsp; The Andorian would not usually go to the bridge but given the tragedy that had happened with the CSO, he had to confirm who he was to report to.&nbsp; Perhaps he would get lucky and they would give him the rest of the day off...&nbsp; Fat chance, he had done no more or less than anyone else aboard and things still had to get done.<br><br>He clasped his hands loosely behind his back and walked calmly down to the command chair, a respectful and professional distance away.&nbsp; Waiting until the Captain acknowledged him somewhat he started quietly,&nbsp; "Sir, forgive my interruption.&nbsp; In all of the excitement I am unaware of who has been elevated to direct the Science department.&nbsp; I ask because I have not been assigned a regular duty schedule yet, I was being assigned as needed from project to project."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 20:28:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Captain Airik Mitchell on the bridge</strong><br><br>Airik turned as Lieutenant Keval th-Zarth spoke. He nodded. “Yes, of course Lieutenant. Commander Osiel has been assigned to lead Science in the interim.” Airik clarified. “You should contact him for your assignments.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 13:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Val nodded a quick, "Yes sir" to the Captain and saw that Lt. Commanders Osiel was not on the bridge he moved confidently to the turbolift.&nbsp; Once the doors closed behind him he asked the computer to locate the man he was supposed to see...<br><br>((About to FF Val here, so if anyone wants to plan something, PM me, I'll probably post tomorrow or the next day with Val having finished his shift if that is ok))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 14:09:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maze stepped off the turbolift and looked around the bridge. The layout was different from what he was used to, and he took a moment to familiarize himself with it. It was unlikely that he would stand a watch, but it wasn't out of the question that he might be called on to man the science station from time to time. In looking around, he found the door to the captain's ready room.<br><br>He took a deep breath, strode over to it and pressed on the door chime. He hoped he wasn't interrupting anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 23:32:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;from the Ready Room&gt;<br><br>"Come." Airik said, looking to the door.<br><br>&lt;Continued in the Ready Room&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 10:35:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling immediately as she took her place at the helm, Ensign Cassidy flipped her thick copper braid back over her shoulder before following the Captain's orders.&nbsp; <br><br>"Aye, Captain," she said with a nod, "Laying in the course for Angosia III."&nbsp; As natural as blinking she took the ship to warp five, feeling energized by her connection with the science vessel.&nbsp; Cate nearly caressed the console with affection but refrained, knowing it might look a bit bizarre to the rest of the crew.&nbsp; Except maybe Dun ... considering he even slept with the engine.&nbsp; Odd images of the chief engineer spooning with his equipment popped into her mind and she had to quietly chuckle to herself.&nbsp; It was quite a crew she found herself a part of.
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