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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Corridors [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:37:07</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 05:15:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82453.msg3830153#msg3830153">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 29-10-2010, 04:40:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"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.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik stepped out of the turbolift onto Deck 7. Several crew members stared momentarily at the Commanding Officer walking with the Executive Officer. While they weren't a big crew, it was still somewhat exciting to interact with the higher ups. Airik made sure to give eye contact and smile with a nod, greeting crew that verbally acknowledged them.<br><br>"So far I've been impressed with the crew and our little ship." Airik said with a smile. "I will readily admit I'm not certain she'd be up for a battle against a Warbird, but I think any adversary would be surprised at some of our technology. What we can't outgun, we most definitely can outrun." <br><br>Airik looked at the First Officer. "What are your perceptions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 05:31:51</strong>
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				"Well, Warbirds are designed as a warship, Captain," Samuel explained, "though the name makes it obvious.&nbsp; I would question the competency of a crew of a warship that gets beaten by a science vessel - though the most obvious explanation would be a vast difference in crew skill levels."<br><br>Airik bringing up the McNair's technology sparked something in the Commander's head.&nbsp; "Captain, that reminds me.&nbsp; We aren't going to want Romulans, or whoever, to get access to the tech aboard this ship.&nbsp; And if we do use some of our surprises, the enemy is going to want to board us to take a look at the guts of the ship.&nbsp; Which brings me to the following."&nbsp; <br><br>He held up a hand, his soldier's mentality kicking in.&nbsp; "The security teams are obviously well-trained in the usage of shipboard weaponry to repel boarders - phasers and compression rifles.&nbsp; But what about the rest of the crew?&nbsp; I think we need to start having regular practice sessions for at least some of the non-security crew to improve their usage of said weapons.&nbsp; If we can do that, then we can use our security officers as team leaders, and thereby make more effective usage of them - a tactic I learned during the Dominion War."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 02:39:23</strong>
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				Airik nodded as he listened to Commander MacReady. He made good points. "A good portion of the technology is experimental in nature. While we won't utilize it all of the time, we'll definitely be testing quite a bit. You're right to be concerned." The two continued walking to engineering. "With the instability in the Romulan Empire, it would provide disastrous if they were to seize this ship. Not too mention the Ferengi who would cut us up and sell our parts."<br><br>The Ba'ku thought more about the First Officer's comments. "I do believe we should have regular assessments in personal defense as well as weapons use. Perhaps you can work with Lieutenant Tosh and Lieutenant Karn." The Captain had already considered scheduling personal classes with the Chief of Security to brush up on his own skills.<br><br>"Perhaps we should also implement a similar tactic with medical." Airik thought aloud. "We don't have the personnel that a larger ship would have in sickbay and I would imagine the Doctor would appreciate help during any emergencies. I could have Commander Osiel speak with her if you're finding yourself bogged down in the new position."
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 02:48:01</strong>
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				"And that's just talking about the races that everyone on this ship knows about," MacReady replied to Airik's referral to both the Romulans and the Ferengi.&nbsp; The Ferengi.&nbsp; He hadn't interacted with them too much, but the rumor that they'd sell their own grandmothers for two bars of gold-pressed latinum seemed to have credence.&nbsp; "There are probably other minor races out there, who haven't joined the Federation, that would <em>love</em> to get their hands on the McNair."<br><br>The First Officer nodded at the Captain's suggestion.&nbsp; "Of course, I'll see if I can discuss it with them at the next available opportunity."&nbsp; He smiled, a little.&nbsp; "Having a Klingon teaching self-defense...we're going to have science officers more capable of repelling boarders than some ships' security."<br><br>"Agreed," MacReady sounded to adding Medical to that list.&nbsp; "I'll talk to Lieutenant Tir at the next chance."&nbsp; He paused for a moment, as if considering.&nbsp; "Captain, a thought.&nbsp; When it comes down to training, perhaps we should go over the crew manifests to see who performed well in their personal defense classes at the Academy, as well as any possible prodigies in Engineering, Science, or Medical.&nbsp; It'll give us an idea of who to train first."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 02:57:55</strong>
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				Airik nodded. "Yes, an excellent idea. Perhaps some would function better as first line in the various areas. We could also run some scenarios in the holodeck." The two neared engineering. "Perhaps some type of 'war games' as they are called. Split the crew into two groups and perhaps have some kind of goal - to capture something from the other team." They were suggestions, nothing firm yet.<br><br>"I have to admit, Commander, after our initial conversation I am happy you remained on the McNair. This kind of preparation and strategic thinking is exactly what a ship full of scientists needs." <br><br>As a scientist, explorer of life, himself the Commanding Officer was anxious to get started on their first Mission. It was right up their alley. Airik was also by all accounts a patient man and would wait for the results of the diagnostics. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 03:07:52</strong>
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				Samuel agreed.&nbsp; "Indeed.&nbsp; With your permission, I'll have Lieutenants Tosh and Karn go over the ship's crew manifest for non-Security departments in order to evaluate for potential candidates for further training."&nbsp; Hopefully, the two main Security officers would be able to dig up at least a few candidates for said training.<br><br>"Well, to be honest, Captain," Samuel admitted to Airik, "I sat down between last night and the launch ceremony, and I came to the realization that if I ever heard of anything happening to the ship, I'd probably have to face the possibility that I could have done something more."<br><br>Something did bother the First Officer, though.&nbsp; "Captain, I do have to question the thinking behind sending a ship like the McNair to patrol the RNZ.&nbsp; I mean, I know the Empire is a bit unstable right now, but..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 00:25:08</strong>
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				It did seem a bit odd at first, putting the small ship into the frying pan. Airik considered it himself. "I posed the same question. We aren't exactly the big guns in the Fleet." The conversation didn't go so well, it was hard to not overarm a science vessel when being positioned so close to one of the strongest and least stable powers.<br><br>"They made a strong case that the McNair is actually the perfect ship. We won't be pulled from our work to join the big fight. The Empire is definitely split. Reports from the Enterprise outline an interesting faction potentially supportive of a Romulan-Federation peace accord."<br><br>He sighed and thought. "We'll be in a vulnerable position, but we've got our own tricks." Airik smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 03:16:47</strong>
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				Samuel wasn't worried about the big fight, if there was one.&nbsp; He was worried about the fact that if an enterprising Warbird or two decided to accost the McNair, they weren't going to be fighting them off alone without taking a bit of damage to the vessel.&nbsp; "Well, if you've talked to Command, then I guess for the time being we'll have to accept their judgment.&nbsp; I just hope we have big engines, because we certainly don't have big guns."<br><br>The idea of a Romulan-Federation peace accord intrigued the soldier.&nbsp; "You know, a dozen years ago, when I was at the Academy, if someone had suggested that in my Xenocultures class, they'd have gotten razzed the whole rest of the school term.&nbsp; But now, with the Dominion War and everything that's happened...it might actually be possible."
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 04:29:45</strong>
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				The Captain and First Officer continued conversing about the strategic advantage the Federation currently held with the Dominion nearly devastated and the Romulans in disarray. It was time for the Federation to usher in a new era of peace and prosperity. To go further then they've ever gone before.<br><br>Time past quickly until they were notified of the completion of the diagnostics. Everything seemed to be in order.<br><br>&lt;CO and XO return to bridge&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 22:56:29</strong>
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				almost hyperventilating, Liara's breathes started coming very fast, as she escaped the Astrometrics lab.&nbsp; Internally she was berating herself for the way she responded to the Vulcan science officer.&nbsp; Who was she to respond to him the way she had.&nbsp; Her first real mission exercise and she blew it getting frustrated at a Vulcan Science officer.&nbsp; What an auspicious start to her Star Fleet career she thought.<br><br>She leaned up against a bulkhead inside of a nearby doorway.&nbsp; She held her hands over her face, trying to force the tears back into her eyes.&nbsp; "UUuuuuugggghhhhh!!" she moaned from under her hands.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:30:04</strong>
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				Dun stepped from the lab and looked left and right, then smiled slowly.&nbsp; It was not going to make him very happy to chase the bright young ensign halfway across the ship.&nbsp; He was willing to give some latitude in first time posts and the way his youngest dealt with more advanced officers.&nbsp; It was very natural for there to be a breaking in and sorting out of feelings and emotions.&nbsp; Especially when it came to the point blank discussions of equations and theoretical physics.<br><br>"There you are, Liara," Dun said warmly.&nbsp; He approached the young ensign slowly and unpresumptuously and leaned against a near by bulk head and let her breathing return to normal, or close anyways.&nbsp; "Is it the EEH thats troubling you?"<br><br>She was was eight years older than his daughter, yet she was showing evidence of the same insecurities and need for assurance.&nbsp; His tone took on that of a father looking after his own.&nbsp; She was his own, his department, his responsibility.&nbsp; He would do all in his power to keep her at peek efficiency and working on the problem at hand.
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				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 20:38:15</strong>
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				<em>"Is it the EEH thats troubling you?"</em><br><br>Liara pulled her hands from her face, looking over at the Chief Engineer with a sheepish grin and mildly bloodshot eyes.&nbsp; She sighed again as Dun settled in next to her leaning against the wall.&nbsp; She let out a little bit of a chuckled which made her chest bounce.&nbsp; Her head fell back against the wall as the remainder of the laugh escaped her mouth.&nbsp; "Oh by the prophets no!&nbsp; Honestly, and with all due respect, I find the idea of an EEH insulting.&nbsp; I understand the need for an EMH in the case that a doctor is overwhelmed with casualties or dead.&nbsp; But an EEH?&nbsp; Commander La Forge never needed one, Chief O'Brien thought they were a joke, and I'm sure the great Montgomery Scott would have laughed the damn things out and airlock."&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed again staring down at the floor, gathering her thoughts.&nbsp; Looking back at him, her eyes looking a bit less bright than earlier that day.&nbsp; "I think I was overwhelmed with so much conjecture and assumptions based on limited data.&nbsp; In the academy we had to work out problems based on limited data, but these were Engineering problems with very clean logical outcomes.&nbsp; Yes there is as much art involved as there is science, but wild conjecture based on limited facts or even no facts drives me mad."&nbsp; She ran her fingers through her hair and looked up at Dun.&nbsp; "I want to be the best Engineer that you've ever worked with, but I need facts to fix problems.&nbsp; I know sometimes we have to work with limited data and I'm ok with that, but if we are not under fire or whatever, and we have time to be careful and meticulous, I can give you a better result." <br><br>She stopped for a minute, stood up straight and wiped her face.&nbsp; "I'm sorry I rushed out like that, but the ego's and the arrogance in that room were starting to overwhelm me.&nbsp; I'm ok now and if you'd like me to return with you I will."&nbsp; She smiled a bit brighter this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 17:53:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82453.msg3946614#msg3946614">Quote from: alxnjsh on 28-11-2010, 17:51:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Captain Airik Mitchell on the bridge</strong><br><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?" =/\=<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 23:48:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82482.msg3954496#msg3954496">Quote from: Barnbean on 30-11-2010, 05:36:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Makari smiled at the ships newest officer and waited as the man accepted his hand shake. "Oh, I'm hardly worried, I leave the worrying for the Captain and the other senior officers, like Tactical Chief, always such worriers... OPS though? We never worry, we just cut your sensor power allowances and watch you worry..." He said with a smile after their initial greeting via handshake had concluded. "But it is true, with this new mission already upon us, everyone is busy, and the fact we have no clue WHAT we will face...." Makari shook his head. "Enough of that talk though, you must have read the mission report already, and the Captain or XO will no doubt explain things better than I ever could when you meet with them anyway,"<br><br>"Let me escort you to your quarters then, it is the first sign of a gracious host when he holds a door and walks a person to their room... I learned that in Risian hotels 101... you wouldn't want to know the rest of the lessons in that plan... Risian stuff..." Makari laughed gently and stepped out of the transporter room and into the hall. <br><br>"We are too close for comfort... I don't have the exact data, I was working on power schedules and sorting out some ratios to give everyone what they needed this mission when the Captain was plotting the course, but we are due to arrive very soon. From then on it will be tense, but I hardly need to tell you that,"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I appreciate you showing me around Commander." Kavash smiled jovially as he followed the Ops Officer into the corridor.&nbsp; "Perhaps you can show me some of the other aspects of Risian hospitality sometimes."&nbsp; Making mental notes of the deck numbers and corridors that they passed, Kavash made sure to make a mental note of the sections of the ship near his new quarters so he could gain his bearings pretty quickly.&nbsp; One thing he had found very disturbing about Starfleet vessels in his years and many Starfleet hosts was that all ships looked the wame and uniformity could be very confusing on a new ship.&nbsp; "I can't honestly say I've ever met a Risian before.&nbsp; I'd be interested in getting to know more about your culture."<br><br>Kavash followed diligently beside the Ops Officer, anxious to reach his quarters and get to work once he got settled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 00:09:12</strong>
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				<strong>/=</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>=\</strong><br><br>"Yes, Liara, lets head back in and get this whole thing touched up and rolling in the right direction.&nbsp; Dont let all the pips get to you in there.&nbsp; I has got your back!"<br><br>((Heads back to AstroCart and Alx, presume this hour has passed when you post tonight!))<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 22:44:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87194.msg3958089#msg3958089">Quote from: orderNchaos on 30-11-2010, 23:48:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I appreciate you showing me around Commander." Kavash smiled jovially as he followed the Ops Officer into the corridor.&nbsp; "Perhaps you can show me some of the other aspects of Risian hospitality sometimes."&nbsp; Making mental notes of the deck numbers and corridors that they passed, Kavash made sure to make a mental note of the sections of the ship near his new quarters so he could gain his bearings pretty quickly.&nbsp; One thing he had found very disturbing about Starfleet vessels in his years and many Starfleet hosts was that all ships looked the wame and uniformity could be very confusing on a new ship.&nbsp; "I can't honestly say I've ever met a Risian before.&nbsp; I'd be interested in getting to know more about your culture."<br><br>Kavash followed diligently beside the Ops Officer, anxious to reach his quarters and get to work once he got settled.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"We fired our tour guide before leaving the station... silly Breen always asking us to chill the hallways to frigid levels and shooting anyone who left his tours... was not good for morale..." Makari said in a serious tone, no trace of a smile on his face. "I can even show you the airlock we tossed him out if you like? But I will not be a tour guide, the third pip on my color was given to me with the promise of no need to be a tour guide..." His tone broke into a lighter one and he smiled to show he was only kidding. He hoped that had been obvious all along though. If the Captain started to hear he was spreading lies about the airlock... well he wasn't sure how he would answer to those charges... maybe blame the chronitons?<br><br>Makari laughed heartily and shook his head. "It's clear you haven't run into Risians before if you ask so innocently to experience our hospitality... I like that, its rare I run into anyone who hasn't had experiences with the people of the famed pleasure planet," He said as he continued to laugh lightly to himself. "I would be glad to teach you anything you wished to know, Risians are all about hospitality after all, it's in our nature, or genetics or... well I'm an OPS guy so I don't know the science details, but we aim to please or some other similarly cliche line,"<br><br>"And this is the same grey hallway as the last one... and this is another grey hallway..." Makari announced as he walked along. "Crew quarters, junior most officers here, we will reach senior staff soon, unless you want to detour past anywhere specific first? Crew lounge, jeffries tube eleven.... which one ensign in engineering swears is haunted...." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 16:21:02</strong>
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				<em>"We fired our tour guide before leaving the station... silly Breen always asking us to chill the hallways to frigid levels and shooting anyone who left his tours... was not good for morale..." Makari said in a serious tone, no trace of a smile on his face. "I can even show you the airlock we tossed him out if you like? But I will not be a tour guide, the third pip on my color was given to me with the promise of no need to be a tour guide..."</em>&nbsp; Kavash maintained a bit of a joyful smile on his face.&nbsp; The Risian commander was doing a great job trying to fill the uncomfortable space time with interesting chatter, but Kavash could tell that although he didn't show it, he was not happy being the "new guys" babysitter.&nbsp; He was having as much fun as possible with the story though, and Kavash hated to break the concentration the man must have held to say all of that with a straight face.<br><br><em>"I would be glad to teach you anything you wished to know, Risians are all about hospitality after all, it's in our nature, or genetics or...</em>&nbsp; Kavash was mildly intrigued by this offer.&nbsp; He spent a second to get a better look at the man as he prattled off his rolling banter of friendly tour points of the ship.&nbsp; Kavash had been a female twice in his years as a joined trill, so she understood the concept of physical attraction and desire very well from both ends of the spectrum, but he'd never been with a host that found a yearning for men, so this new sensation began tickling his mind and his body.&nbsp; "Well I may have to invite you to my quarters sometime once I get settled and take you up on that offer.&nbsp; I have heard a number of wonderfully exciting things about Risian's abilities in making people feel comfortable and welcome."&nbsp; He gave Makari a smile, making sure that there was a bit of a hint of flirting in his look but nothing to step over any lines.&nbsp; Teel had many years of experience in dealing with humanoids, and especially Starfleet protocols, so he was very careful where he tread.&nbsp; <br><br>As they entered the Senior Officers area, and came to a halt in front of a door that read 2A6 on the pad next to the door.&nbsp; Stepping up to the door as it swooshed open for him, already keyed to his comm badge signal, Kavash turned back to Makari and extended his hand once again.&nbsp; "Thank you again for meeting me, Commander.&nbsp; If you could give my regards to the Captain and let him know I will join him on the bridge after I have had a chance to drop my bags and get cleaned up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 22:36:56</strong>
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				Makari wasn't exactly unhappy about his duty as meet and greet expert. He WAS a Risian after all, and they excelled in a number of things. People skills and being friendly were second nature to him. He had grown up being friendly to everyone, grown on a large resort on a large resort planet. Starfleet definitely handled friendly differently and more formally, but he got it, and he enjoyed it.&nbsp; That wasn't to say he was the guy who loved endless duties though. And sometimes that shined through even the brightest of smiles. The curse of being laid back, though Makari would claim it no curse at all and instead a lifestyle choice that was right. Not that he had to make such claims. Who ever asked about curses and being laid back?<br><br>"I am always ready to accept an invitation from a new colleague, what better way to get to know one another than in quarters after all?" Makari said with a grin and nodded his head. "I will leave you to your unpacking and settling in now, if you need anything just send a message up to OPS, I will make sure it gets handled," He stated honestly before he turned to head down the hallway, offering their newest officer one more smile and a nod before he headed back down the corridor and towards the bridge. <br><br>&lt;&lt;Makari is moving to the bridge&gt;&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 10:48:44</strong>
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				<em>" I will make sure it gets handled,"</em><br><br>"Oh really??" Kavash said with a bit of a excited interest as he smiled back at Makari who was now moving down the hall.&nbsp; Kavash held for a moment to watch him leave.&nbsp; The familiar stirring in his mind and body made him unconsciously raise an eyebrow and cock his head to the side as a mischievous curl grew at the edge of his smile.&nbsp; Laughing to himself for a second, he turned in through the open door, allowing it to slide quietly closed behind him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 15:05:16</strong>
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				&lt;&lt;MacReady moving from Three Forward to Transporter Room&gt;&gt;<br><br>Sam received the responses from Tosh, Lugus, and th-Zarth.&nbsp; He silently went over a few thoughts in his head, and a thought occurred to him.&nbsp; He tapped his insignia.&nbsp; =/\= “Captain, for the Away Team, I'm going to try something a little unorthodox.&nbsp; MacReady out.” =/\= He waited as he went over the idea one more time in his head, before tapping the badge again.<br><br>=/\= "Ensign Liara, would you please report to Engineering to make a check on the propulsion systems.&nbsp; Mr. McGalleon, how is the EEH?&nbsp; Suitable for fieldwork at the moment?" =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 21:31:18</strong>
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				<strong>Liara from Engineering to Chief Tirol.</strong><br><br><strong>=/ Ensign to Chief Tirol, I need maintenance crews to head to deck two junction twenty four and pull all of the bio-neural gel packs and return them to Engineering for diagnosis \=</strong><br><br><strong>=/ I gottya, Ensign Kroken, want me to wash the windows while I am at it? \=</strong><br><br>When the shit hit the fan, it went everywhere, literally.&nbsp; There had been little fires he had been putting out all day, and everyones problem was a priority.&nbsp; Now, he needed at least half his team to be able to safely and efficiently extract the packs from near the outer hull of the ship.&nbsp; This had shaped up to be quite the day, at least he felt vibrant and a youthful lust for life that he hadnt felt for years.&nbsp; Word was the chronitrons they had been sent to investigate had had an affect on everyone, be it for the youth or the aging.&nbsp; He had rolled lucky and lost a couple years and he felt stronger and more vigorous.&nbsp; The same could not be said for his entire team though.&nbsp; And with the smaller size of this assignment, he had fewer people to go around.<br><br>"Reynolds!&nbsp; Anderson!&nbsp; Gates!&nbsp; Frost!&nbsp; Jones!&nbsp; With me, we have some grunt work to do, and no whining about it either!"<br><br>Within the hour, he had the first of the required packs heading back to Engineering sub station 7-A.&nbsp; The packs had to be manually bypassed and the disconnection process was time consuming.&nbsp; He had all the right t's crossed and i's dotted and he could on to more important things, like why half the sonic showers werent working.&nbsp; Nobody wanted the sweet smell of that success more than him.&nbsp; Gods, he needed a shower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 02:49:12</strong>
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				Richard was on his way to sickbay. He had been informed by them that Lt. Northrop had been taken there. He had not gotten the full report though, due to the problems the ship was currently facing, so he was not sure if Lt.Northrop was still alive or not. Still, It was best to see his CO if she was sick and going to die. All of this chroniton stuff was really getting to him. Even he was getting younger, but not by leaps and bounds like some people. He was going back very small fractions of his age. At present he looked about 19. He kind of missed looking like this, but it was not much different than what he looked normally would.<br><br>He had seen several people reduced to just being toddlers, so he was kind of thankful he had the slower process. It would keep him sharp. And if Lt.Northrop died he was going to have to be sharp. He was the only other one qualified for the Chief Intelligence Officer position. So he was really hoping she lived. He did not feel like having that kind of responsibility. At least not at the moment, when everything was so hectic though this was usually the time he would come up with some kind of cool plan. This kind of thing was not his element of expertise so he had no idea to approach the problem. And he did not want to even if he was a professional in the field. There were a lot of things going on at once.<br><br>But enough of thinking about that he needed to focus on Lt.Northrop. She was his one concern at the moment. He had to show his support in her time of need. He walked at a faster pace and was sure to make it to sickbay in no time.&nbsp;<br><br>&lt;&lt;Richard is moving to Sickbay&gt;&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 06:28:15</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">"Weeeeee."&nbsp; Darrin yelled as he ran down the circular corridor.&nbsp; He always wanted to do that.&nbsp; Run and yell, slapping the side of his hands down the walls of the ship...feeling the different textures against his finger tips.&nbsp; Suddenly, he felt good.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Giggling, he started to sing.&nbsp; "Dere goes Darrin fwoatin' down the Dewwaware, chewin' on his underwear, t'ouldn't afford annuder pair."&nbsp; He stopped to pull in a lung full of air before finishing, "Two weeks y'ater bitten by a poyer bear, poor ole' poyer bear diiieeed."&nbsp; Tee heeing, he ran faster and faster, making himself dizzy as he went.<br><br><br>He couldn't remember ever feeling so happy or free.&nbsp; </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 07:41:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82493.msg4145507#msg4145507">Quote from: alxnjsh on 18-01-2011, 03:15:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The Ba’ku turned to the Chief Engineer.<br><br>“Lieutenant, all the resources of Engineering and physical sciences are at your disposal. Fix my ship.” Airik ordered flatly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Indeed, first things first.&nbsp; He headed to the main replication grid in the computer core of the ship for exactly a just what the doctor ordered moment.&nbsp; After pressing in his command authorization for the energy expenditure to replicate his order, Dun grinned hugely.&nbsp; At his rapid onset of age, he could think of nothing more endorphin cascading than a zero point homeopathic mobility chair, besides, he would not endorphin trigger over every new insight, and he had to have a way to relax his joints just now, so he could give the ship its best bets for survival.<br><br>Whisking down the corridors at a tenth impulse power, Lt McGalleon called outta ahead ofem, "Make way, Make way!"&nbsp; He had one more gimmick he had to pick.&nbsp; Then he could set his brain to the problem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 00:17:52</strong>
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				As Darrin ran and danced, he hear a great booming voice shouting, "Make way, Make way."&nbsp; Seeing a craw space, he giggled and doing as the voice said, tucked himself into the hole.&nbsp; Glancing around he wondered at the panels and lights, delighted at their whirling pattern and bits of flash.&nbsp; Though, soon tired of that, he called out, "Cathidy, come find meeee."&nbsp; Wondering where the Ensign lady had gone.<br><br>He bite softly into the side of his cheek as he tucked his knees under his chin and played with his toes.&nbsp; His mind was all mixed up.&nbsp; He hadn't had so much fun since he had played with Jonah at Papa's house, but...Papa... was gone many&nbsp; years now.&nbsp; Yet, he wasn't.&nbsp; He tried to understand.&nbsp; He remembered, or sort of did a bad time of pain, but his mind refused to go there.&nbsp; Then there was Star Fleet and that made him smile.&nbsp; And the Campatan and Mata.&nbsp; His smile grew.&nbsp; Mata was nice.&nbsp; But, everything was not right.&nbsp; It felt like way too much was in his head.<br><br>&nbsp;Heaving a sigh he asked,&nbsp; =/\=Computer?=/\=<br><br>=/\=Yes, young Darrin?"=/\=&nbsp; <br><br>=/\=What's happened to me?=/\=<br><br>=/\=No one is quite sure yet Young Darrin.&nbsp; It appears that the ship has been bombarded with some form of Chronatron force.&nbsp; The different departments are working to solve the problem, however, many life forms have either grown older or grown younger as a result of that bombardment.=/\=<br>=/\=Why?=/\=<br><br>=/\=That information is not known at this time.=/\=<br><br>Pursing his lips, he whispered, with big eyes.&nbsp; =/\=Am I gonna die?=/\=<br><br>=/\=That information is not known at this time.=/\=<br><br>=/\=I'm scared.=/\=<br><br>=/\=That is not an uncommon reaction of human's of your age group.=/\=<br><br>Darrin nodded then asked.&nbsp; =/\=Computer, will you tell me a story?=/\=<br><br>=/\=What sort of story do you wish to hear?=/\=<br><br>His fear forgotten in the excitement, he elaborated,=/\= Somefin&nbsp; wif spacemen, and aliens, and ships and princthesses, and all stuff.=/\=&nbsp; <br><br>=/\=A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...It is a period of Civil War.&nbsp; Rebel spaceships,... =/\= the computer began.<br><br>Smiling, Darrin lay back with his head lying on his arms and listened to the ancient epic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 04:46:33</strong>
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				<br><strong>Lt. Lewis R Scott EEH from Transporters through the Corridors and into Engineering (to Grandfather Dun's house we go!!):</strong><br><br>Lewis rushed through the hallways at a speed that a regular human would have found extremely uncomfortible to maintain; no matter what their endurance. He didn't really walk or run per say, as much as flit; through the corridors. Despite what to others looked like a dash only a cartoon character of old could have pulled off, Lewis was annoyed at how long the "walk" was taking him. Having only ever transported from room to room before, walking even at these speeds, seemed like standing still. <br><br><em> How in the protoverse do solids do this? Everything takes FOREVER!!! Maybe this armband idea wasn't so great after all?</em> He fumed finally making it into engineering.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 17:01:40</strong>
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				Ensign Cassidy was unable to run quite as fast as she used to and it was frustrating beyond belief.&nbsp; Now she understood why her aunt had often muttered 'Damnit, I'm too old for this!' ... and that understanding was mildly terrifying.&nbsp; She did what she could though to catch up with the pint sized Comm Officer as he darted hither and thither, singing and laughing merrily.&nbsp; His hands were going everywhere though and it was raising her level of anxiety.&nbsp; If he got hurt or pressed the wrong button it could be incredibly bad.&nbsp; <br><br>Thankfully the little guy appeared to have tuckered out by the time Cate caught up with him.&nbsp; He was curled up, head lain down in his arms and listening to the computer tell him a tale, a tale she herself was very fond of.&nbsp; He was much more pleasant like this, calm, quiet, containable.&nbsp; She smiled down at him, his features nearly angelic.&nbsp; "Okay, young man, lets get you down to sick bay!" she said pleasantly, holding her arms out in an offer to carry him since he seemed tired.&nbsp; "We can have more story time in a bit."&nbsp; Her demeanor was intended to be soothing but inwardly she felt anything but soothed.&nbsp; Thankfully Darrin's de-aging had halted for now, but if it sped up again he could regress into oblivion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 21:48:36</strong>
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				Darrin aged 3-4 now.<br><br>"I'm a big boy Cathidy.&nbsp; I can walk."&nbsp; He smiled up at the pretty Ensign.&nbsp; Though he planted his right hand firmly into hers.&nbsp; He forehead wrinkled.&nbsp; "I'm not thick, why do I has to go to sthickbay?"&nbsp; There were so many things he didn't understand.<br><br>He skipped along beside the Helmsman.&nbsp; "Cathidy.&nbsp; You are my friend and I yike you."&nbsp; He grinned, happy&nbsp; to be with her.&nbsp; "Can we have thumptin to eat when we get there?&nbsp; Maybe a hamburger?"&nbsp; He liked hamburgers.&nbsp; They make his mouth feel good, and his tummy too.<br><br>"Why you breathing yike that Cathidy?"&nbsp; He turned his head at an angle to look up at her, then poked his thumb into his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 21:29:44</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Cate Cassidy, appearing to be in her mid 40's and heading toward Sick Bay</strong><br><br>Cate took Darrin's hand and started gently guiding him towards Sickbay.&nbsp; "Well, we're going to go to Sickbay for a little checkup," she said pleasantly, not wanting to upset the child, "there's a little icky bug floating around and Doctor Tir can help keep you nice and healthy.&nbsp; If she says it's okay we can get you a hamburger, too."&nbsp; With a smile she ran her left hand through her now sandy looking red hair, noting that it was feeling a bit more coarse than it had before.&nbsp; Mentally she cursed it, especially when they turned down a corridor and the Ensign could tell that her uniform felt a hair tighter.&nbsp; <br><br>When the little comm officer questioned her breathing she replied simply.&nbsp; "Don't worry Darrin, I'm just a little tired, you're very fast, you know!"&nbsp; Cate gave him a wink as they walked up to the Sickbay doors.&nbsp; Her heart was beating faster, hoping that the good Doctor would not have any morbid news on the crew's condition.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 00:46:52</strong>
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				Val left sickbay soon after everything was over...&nbsp; Everyone was so busy but somehow he felt...&nbsp; Off...&nbsp; The thrilling emotional tidal waves of, well, everything were gone and his race loved passion and in many ways loved chaos, it left him feeling a little bit empty.<br><br>One shouldn't get him wrong though, he really did enjoy not being young anymore.<br><br>He realized with a bit of a start that everything going on, he wasn't sure where he was supposed to be exactly.&nbsp; He pressed his hand to the wall console of the corridor and the standard location and time information displayed...&nbsp; He normally would be reporting to the Chief Science Officer for assignment, his normal shift would be beginning soon.&nbsp; He had enough time to stop by his quarters, however, and straighten up.&nbsp; Perhaps some work would take his mind off things until his emotions settled a bit.<br><br>Being transformed into a younger version of himself and back again was...&nbsp; Weird...&nbsp; But he heard that Captains would sometimes say that it was part of the game with Starfleet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 02:37:38</strong>
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				Brady didn’t say anything initially, he was a bit unsure what to say. Finally he broke out laughing. “I think that’s something we could test.” Brady said nonchalantly after composing himself. “You know something, Mr. Chief of Security? You’re full of supris…”<br><br>The turbolift stopped and opened. Another member of the crew entered. Brady stopped himself when he saw who it was. Captain Airik Mitchell. Brady had thus far been able to allude Airik since coming on board. It’s not that Brady didn’t get along with the Commanding Officer, but their unusual relationship made him uncomfortable. It made him feel self-conscious – as though others would feel he got where he was because of his uncle…or his uncle’s lover.<br><br>==<br><br>“Lieutenant.” Captain Mitchell said as he walked into the turbolift. He was heading to the transporter room to obtain a little of the planet’s wine. He always liked to keep a little bit of the real stuff…just in case. “Ensign.” Airik said looking at Brady. It was an odd pairing – the Chief of Security and a nurse. It was even slightly uncomfortable. Here was Airik’s partner’s nephew and he had yet to speak with him. Of course he checked up on the kid, the last mission was difficult and he would never be able to live with himself if Brady got injured.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 05:34:19</strong>
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				Tosh simply nodded when Captain Mitchell joined them on the turbolift.&nbsp; "Captain," was his only other acknowledgment that he was there.&nbsp; A slight glance to Brady told him that the man's presence made the mood somewhat more tense for him.&nbsp; The large man would make sure to ask him when they were alone.&nbsp; It could just be nerves.&nbsp; After all, Brady was an ensign.&nbsp; The McNair was probably his first assignment, so he may not have had much experience with the higher up commanders.&nbsp; That made him wonder just how the young man viewed him.<br><br>The turbolift finally came to a stop at the deck with the transporter room.&nbsp; Each of them stepped off, the captain first, of course.&nbsp; They traveled the short distance from the lift to the transporter where they would make their split second journey to their respective destinations.&nbsp; Tosh didn't show it, but he was eager to get Brady alone again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 00:33:14</strong>
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				Airik smiled and attempted to be warm, it did come very easily to him. He noticed the bags slung over the officers’’ shoulders. “I see you’re both going planet side.”&nbsp; The Commanding Officer commented. He looked specifically at Tosh. “Nothing too dangerous, I trust. I can’t lose two officers on recreation.” He smiled broadly.<br><br>==<br><br>Brady shook his head. “On no, Sir. To…Lieutenant Tosh and I are just going to get some fresh air.” Brady looked at Airik with an almost hidden pleading look on his face. It was like an inquisition with Brady’s date showing up to pick him up. Brady was raised by his uncle Dallas and with that came Airik. He always found his uncle’s partner supportive and often would calm his uncle’s temper down.<br><br>Brady looked at the turbolift doors wondering why it didn’t move faster.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 04:57:12</strong>
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				Tosh simply nodded to the Captain's voiced observation.&nbsp; There was no hiding it, and Tosh really didn't want to try.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what he and Brady had at the moment, but it was still innocent enough to still be called 'friends.'&nbsp; If it became more after this little planetside excursion, he would deal with such consequences then.&nbsp; When Brady chimed in trying to make it sound like just a spring picnic, it amused him just a bit.&nbsp; There seemed to be something between them.&nbsp; Brady was suddenly acting odder than usual.<br><br>"Just a bit of physical activity, Captain."&nbsp; Tosh stated as if nothing were out of the ordinary.<br><br>&lt;&lt;Moving to Transporter Room&gt;&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 00:13:20</strong>
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				Val found himself cruising through the corridors, he had visited the acting head of Science and got a rather low key task of just monitoring projects in the science lab, basically he was an on-call science guy, the answer man for whatever scientific endeavors my require additional assistance both on ship and at any Starfleet facilities on the surface that happened to want a 2nd opinion, though admittedly that didn't happen often at a shore leave destination.&nbsp; Especially not with a specialist in plasma physics.<br><br>He was walking through and saw the Captain, Tosh, and another fellow he had seen in Sickbay the day they had finally gotten themselves back to normal, he thought the man's name was Brady.&nbsp; Tosh and Brady had a glow about them, like the fresh discoveries of the young.&nbsp; It made him smile.&nbsp; Tosh and Brady were moving off to the transporter room then, Val nodded at the Captain, pausing to say a quick, "Hello Sir" without just walking past, after all, the Captain may wish to actually talk, he didn't know his CO well - seldom did people on a ship know their CO well, but it was early enough in the posting that it was possible to become friends with the man.
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