USS Jhamel
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				Title: <strong>USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 10:04:26</strong>
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				<em>The USS Jhamel is currently in space dock at starbase 74 in orbit around Tarsas III in sector 001. She has undergone a period of testing and is ready for active duty. Her first crew is currently assembling and awaiting their first mission orders.</em><br><br><strong>USS Jhamel</strong><br>Class: Norway class<br>Type: Medium cruiser<br>Accomodation: 190 officers and crew<br><br><strong>Crew</strong><br>Captain: Shae Voss, Vulcan/Human female. Player: Ascia.<br>First Officer:&nbsp; Commander D'rogar Pendros, Pendari male. Player: Juggtacular.<br>Chief Medical Officer: Lieutenant Freyja L'ha, Betazoid female. Player: Absinthe Tori.<br>Chief Engineering Officer: Lieutenant Mehor Russ, Orion male. Player: Zacharius.<br>Communications Officer: Lieutenant JG Koru Yan, Trill transgender (current host). Player: Foxy Oni.<br>Security Officer: Lieutenant Jack Gunner, Human male. Player: SGTDan.
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				Title: <strong>USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 10:04:58</strong>
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				Character: <strong>Admiral Deren</strong><br>Location: <strong>Starbase 74</strong><br><br>His office had a magnificent panoramic view of his space dock; massive enough to contain a host of Starfleet ships. But there were currently just two ships in dock, the USS Korelev and the USS Jhamel. The latter was an entirely new ship, built on a versatile class. She was a cruiser of medium size, with moderate combat capabilities and good engines.<br><br>Even from this distance he could sense uncertainty. This was not unusual. Even if a few of the officers and crew were somewhat seasoned, there was always apprehension with a new ship, new people and new orders. Deren just hoped he could have given them a simpler first mission. But this was the way it was; the difference in reality betweeen what you want to do and what you have to do.<br><br>At this very moment, cargo crates were tractored aboard the vessel. Small pods were criss crossing through the dock with people and equipment. Personell were either beaming in or riding along with the gear. The sleek ship was coming to life. The betazoid just hoped it would be a long and prosperous one. Too many had been lost these past years; fallen too young.<br><br><em>These are the Voyages of the Starship Jhamel...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 21:27:00</strong>
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				For the first time in well over a year, Captain Shae Voss was not in close proximity to the USS Jhamel. Though the term was a relative thing, as she was only several light minutes from the Jhamel. There was a line of thought that she was neither close nor far in relation to the Jhamel, but for the sake of her own splitting headache it was a line of thought that she quickly extinguished from her mind. Morning fog rolled in off the lake created by violent geological mechanisms long ago in normal time, though not too long ago in what science called 'geological time.' <br><br>Shae met the morning and it's fog with a grimace as she slipped from the front door of the lake side log cabin that had belonged to her mother's family for over five generations. Her maternal grandfather had finally turned the cabin into a 'smart dwelling', though the large two story workshop just a short walk from the front door of the cabin was still had simple as wood and nails until Shae inherited the property. She added a small but powerful computer core to the building, powered by an interlocked array of micro-M/ARA reactors; each no larger than a bottle of wine. It could power the lake side property for a few hundred years. Or it could power a small starship's warp drive.<br><br>It was a new toy, thanks in part to captured Jem'Hadar technology. But after a night of heavy drinking between her and Earth's moon, Shae had a different sort of toy in mind. A quick glance up at the digital clock just inside the ancient work shop told her that her few days of liberty before the launch of the Jhamel were nearing an end, with less than eight hours left to her. After a quick self-applied hypospray to deal with the hangover and an even quicker lit cigarette, Shae took in a deep breath filled with nicotine from the cigarette and the overwhemling smell of grease.<br><br>The grease came from the toy Shae had in mind; an old tractor that she'd found in the back of the workshop, covered by canvas and dust and years. Though wildly drunk, she'd managed to repair the body of the tractor and most it's internal parts. Even given a few days off, it was beyond Shae to not tinker. To not want to find some mechanical puzzle, and play. <br><br>Even if it resulted in her being covered in grease and coolant, after her last few hours on Earth were spent repairing the old tractor's radiator, then showering herself clean, and loading her last few cruise boxes onto the shuttle that sat upon the shuttle pad just behind the log cabin. Shae kept the uniforms packed, opting instead for an old brown leather jacket, faded and fitted jeans, and a black teeshirt with a front left breast graphic that read, "ATT SFA", the graphic on it's back listing each ATT grad in her class, including herself, hidden under the leather jacket. <br><br>With a quick check in to San Fransisco's Shuttle Control, Shae was headed out of Earth's orbit and to Starbase 74. Instead of rely on her own piloting skills, Shae opted for the auto pilot and a quick nap. It wasn't until a few hours later that the rocking of the shuttle awoke her quickly just in time to see the shuttle come to a gentle setdown within the superstructure of Starbase 74's spacedock. A quick request to Spacedock staff to get her cruise boxes moved to the Jhamel in time, and Shae was walking corridors, giving her personal security code when challenged by the computer in order to enter the more secure areas of Starbase 74, like the office of Admiral's office and 74's Command Deck--both of which she needed to check into before settling on the Jhamel.<br><br>The entire day may have been made worth it when Shae was given a small cherry lollipop by the Admiral's yeoman when she checked in with the young officer in order to see Deren. There could be times when Shae's superiors found it hard to tell whether they were addressing the Vulcan or the human, an unbalancing act that Shae perfected over the first five decades of her life. <br><br>But when she walked into Admiral Deren's office once the yeoman gave her the all clear finishing off the piece of candy and smiling...odds were good it was the human that Deren addressed now. "Sir, checking in before heading to the Jhamel. Onload shouldn't take too much longer, so Spacedock is telling me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SGTDan</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 01:47:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsL/64288.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> First Lieutenant Gunner<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starbase 74, Dock Bay B5, Boarding Waiting Room<br><br><hr><br>Two figures stood before a window overlooking the space dock called B5 which contained a Norway class cruiser <em>USS Jhamel</em>. One of those figures fussed with the others uniform. People that milled about the boarding waiting room looked at the couple with odd looks. To be honest they were among some of the oddest pairs out there given the differences but they seemed to enjoy the attention. Even speaking in Klingon to confuse more people. The male was dressed in a the traditional Starfleet uniform, colors donating he was part of Operations while the female wore a the color of SFMC. The pips on his collar differed though from traditional Starfleet ranks instead showed him as a First Lieutenant of the SFMC. After awhile the male stepped back before doing a spin,<br><br>"How do I look dear?" Green eyes sparkled with excitement as they darted over the form of the ship floating a few feet away. <br><br>"Just fine darling, they'll be proud." Stepping forward the Klingon woman fixed the silver bar on the collar before giving him a peck on the lips. "You're awful excited, I would think that you haven't seen a ship in years." Indeed while she was assigned to maternity duties Jack had been training aboard all sorts of ships at the Academy. "You never got this excited before any of your deployment"<br><br>"It's a new chapter, new job, new mission...it's all new!" Struggling not to shout but that energy went to his hands which began to move of their own accord. Pacing about the window to get the energy building up in him out. It was true that this was a brand new experience in his life, a new chapter in his already big biography. In fact this was his first posting of a new job which led to the reason that Jack was pacing about the waiting room like a jack rabbit. In fact for the past few weeks after receiving the news he would of been impossible to keep at home if not for the baby. Instead he wasted the energy running errands for Katilla which mainly entailed food errands.<br><br>She didn't say anything but simply smiled at her pacing husband. In their short two years of being married Katilla had learned that it was better to let him go. Soon enough the energy would burn away to reveal normal Jack. Although she knew being married to a Klingon woman was also a test of patience so it was all in give and take. While the news of him leaving was sad, she was more happy for him. Being stuck in a house with a hormonal Klingon was dangerous and stressful. It was far more amazing that Jack was still living at this point given how many steak knives were thrown at him. Maybe some time away will give him time to deal with how his life will change after the baby is born. Although he put on a good face she could tell it bothered him.<br><br>"Beta Shift, Security please board"<br><br>"That's my cue dear" Jack said as the lights above the various lights above the teleportation room doors turned green. Embracing each other they kissed passionately before parting slowly as the people around them did the same with loved ones. Their hands parting letting their fingers linger on the palm for a brief second. <br><br>"Good luck darling, I'll see you when you get back. Be careful Jack, okay? Love you!" Jack was already moving towards the nearest teleportation room but he gave her a cheery thumbs up. "You bet you dear! Love you too, keep me updated on the baby!" Katilla put on a brave smile for her husband but deep down her heart was doing flips in her chest. The same fears were echoed by almost every person left in the waiting room. Some, those who's this was their first time, broke down crying as soon as their loved one left sight while others didn't even wait. The veteran ones held it together but you could see it in their eyes. <br><br>Stepping into the room Jack was pointed to a pad by the attendant. Taking his place he looked over the other men that would soon be under his command for this shift. It was a mix of young and old, green and veteran but each one had a determined face. Over the course of this mission he wondered whether he would be able to keep them alive. Slowly as the pad was initialized Jack closed his eyes as the feeling of being beamed over washed over him. Within minutes he was aboard the cruiser and heading towards his assigned room. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zacharius</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 17:37:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Starbase 74<br><br>Free time was an almost alien feeling. It wasn't the fact that he had nothing to do, Mehor had often been ignored and left alone for even days at a time aboard the Cabal, nothing left to work on, he was locked in a cell, sitting around, he'd used the times to work out, passing the time with physical exertion. The last time he'd simply been left alone, nothing to do and no cell to be forced in to had been well before he'd been given to the pirates. Memories of days gone past, of faces he could no longer see. Since coming to Starbase 74, he'd spent the entirety of his time aboard the USS Jhamel, becoming familiar with the systems, eventually making his own improvements. Unknowingly he'd pissed off a good number of people for having the nerve to do so, to suggest that some ex-pirate scum could be superior to Starfleet trained individuals. He hadn't meant to, but he didn't overly care. Eventually he'd been forced to leave the ship, something about their last day of 'freedom' and a briefing. He'd nearly panicked at that, to suggest they would lose their liberty. It had taken a surprisingly empathetic individual, noticing his near hyperventilation, to explain to him that it wasn't literal. Unlike his own people, Starfleet didn't sell their own into slavery. Mehor had been both relieved and embarrassed, enough that he'd agreed to 'hang out' with her and a few friends, at least for the start of their time off. They'd not been engineers, so Mehor didn't really have much to add to their conversations, but he'd been happy to just listen. When they did manage to get him to talk, he'd been unable to avoid analogies and metaphors that only really related to machines and technology, not having any outside experiences to connect to. They'd laughed and told him he was cute, he wasn't quite sure how that applied, but decided they were being nice. When the guys and girls had started getting drunk, he'd abstained, he liked to keep his mind clear, now that it wasn't riddled with the pheromones of his peoples' females.<br><br>He'd only been home a few short hours before the crew received the call to prepare to leave, it was something that didn't really worry him. Going over 24 hours without sleep was the norm for the ex-slave, in fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been comfortable enough to have such a sleeping routine, there were some pains you couldn't sleep through even if you'd been worked to death for hours before. He hadn't bothered to sleep, not because the housing provided for him by Starfleet wasn't the most luxurious rooms he'd ever had the joy to live in, but because he had something else to hold his attention. What would have simply been a desk in any other room had become a workbench, and, to keep his mind sharp and relax, Mehor was quick to sit down and survey the challenges in front of him. Only small devices, but enough distractions to last him until he was required elsewhere, and so he had continued to tinker into the morning.<br><br>Excitement stirred within him as he headed back towards the Jhamel, although it only just about showed across his features, his mind running over the situation that awaited him while his physical form went through the motions of getting himself there. Nevertheless, he switched back to reality enough to wave to his friends from the night before, an unusually social move for the introverted Orion, but he was starting to get used to the nature of how things worked with Starfleet and generally humanity. The pleasant human female who had first spoken to him had even only made him flinch away from her once, when she had first looked to comfort him the day before, fearing punishment for being so nervous. Even if he knew full well that humanity worked differently to his own people, it was hard lesson to unlearn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 20:14:36</strong>
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				Name: <strong>Captain Voss</strong><br>Location: <strong>Starbase 74</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200729.msg9807331#msg9807331">Quote from: Ascia on 04-04-2014, 21:27:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">But when she walked into Admiral Deren's office once the yeoman gave her the all clear finishing off the piece of candy and smiling...odds were good it was the human that Deren addressed now. "Sir, checking in before heading to the Jhamel. Onload shouldn't take too much longer, so Spacedock is telling me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The admiral was a short man, seemingly in his fourties; fairly young for someone of his rank. He had short dark hair and brown eyes that bordered on yellow. <br><br>"Captain Voss." The way he used her name seemed to indicated he had considered going by first name only, but reconsidered having not found them to be on that familiar terms. Besides, there was something formal about this situation; giving a Starfleet Captain her first orders. "That's good." He smiled, politely.<br><br>"She's really beautiful." He looked at the Jhamel through his wide office window. Pausing, there was a bit of nostalgia or melancholy about what he said. There were propably many admirals who wished they were demoted to captains and having the command of a starship.<br><br>"Anyway, I'm sure you're curious about your orders." Admiral Deren handed the half-vulcan a PADD. He didn't expect her to read through it now, but gave her a summary. "You're heading for Zaroi II and III, out near the Nausaa nebula. They're post warp, but only by half a decade. First contact was made just a year or two back. The people of the second planet in the system invaded the third planet about fifty years ago. They're quite different species, but are now seeking a joint membership of the Federation."<br><br>He let this sink in before continuing. "Zaroi III is very rich on resources. Trade agreements are already in place, both with the Federation, with other nearby non-federation systems and with the Romulan empire. They're strategically placed, but have been off limits for a long time. Now, the Federation council has asked for a report on the Zaroi system, with a primary focus on the civil rights situation on Zaroi III. While regional media report little more than minor disturbances, there is a growing fear that the people of Zaroi III are being violently oppressed. But these rumors have not been confirmed."<br><br>"Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 20:34:07</strong>
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				Name: <strong>First Lieutenant Gunner</strong> and Lieutenant Mehor<br>Location: <strong>USS Jhamel, Deck 3 (transporter room 1)</strong><br><br>People were friendly as they met around the various section of the ship. Most were strangers and they were soon going to have to trust each other with their lives. The transporter technician was a little more stiff; nervous really. Not that there was anything wrong. It seemed to be more an apprehension about the arrival of the personnel. The Captain, maybe? He seemed relieved when he didn't see the ones he was nervous about in the current group of arrivals.<br><br>For those coming aboard for the first time, they usually started by addressing the computer; inquiring about their quarters and the shipboard times for their shifts on the duty roster. For convenience there was also posted a few people on strategic locations throughout the corridors, guiding people around to find certain sections that might be harder to locate.<br><br>1st Lieutenant Gunner had hsi quarters on deck 4, while Lieutenant Mehor had his on deck 2. The USS Jhamel with her sleek design, was obviously a fairly flat cruiser with just 16 levels all in all. A young science officer with blonde hair and blue eyes arrived in the same group as Gunner and Mehor. "Oh, this ship is just beautiful!" She exclaimed, with a certain naïvite - but she was right. Now that everything was brand new - she really was a beauty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 21:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1201.photobucket.com/albums/bb359/JadedAbsinthe/stFreya2_zps8d8e5618.jpg)</div>[Name: Freyja L'ha<br>Species: Betazoid<br>Position: Chief Medical Officer<br>Location: Cargo bay with the medical equipment, and then Transporter room 1<br>Tagging: Anyone in the room.<br><br>Freyja had spent the last week or so organizing and re-organizing her inventory before she had even set on board the ship, she needed to make certain that she had everything she needed. At the moment she was at her small work station, in the cargo bay as the inventory was being beamed aboard, along with a few of her own experiments she wanted to try...all these machines couldn't be beneficial. <br><br>Sighing she pushed her blonde hair from her eyes as she looked over the records of the crew, as much as they probably hated it she was hoping to have the officers examined in the next 24 hours or so, she'd settle for the rest of the crew for 48-72 hours. Sighing to herself she signed off, today was it, she was heading to the ship and soon her first commission as Chief Medical officer will begin. Straightening her blue dress she checked that her blonde hair was fastened back before heading to the transporter room. <br><br>She transported up to transporter room 1, “I will never get use to that.” She shook her head, patting herself down to make sure her body parts were all in the right order. “Good.” She smiled stepping off the transporter pad, before she arrived she was assured her personal items would arrive in her room within the next few hours.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>06-04-2014, 05:24:01</strong>
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				Name: Shae Voss<br>Location: SB41 --&gt; Jhamel Transporter Room 1 --&gt; Command Deck<br>Tagging: All<br>---<br><br>"No sir, no questions. Thank you."<br><br>Shae waited for a dismissal before turning on her heel and exiting the flag officer's office. It didn't sound to Shae like the most distressing of situations, but it was an area of operations that Shae had been in before with her old boat <em>the Lafayette</em>. She knew it could become unpredictable. It wasn't exactly pushing into the unexplored, but all the same every mission was critical--depening on your point of view. Shae was never one to take undertake a mission lightly, she could only hope her senior staff picked up on that, and that they picked up on it quickly.<br><br>The strangest moments were yet to come. It was a consant reminder in her mind as she silently navigated the crowds and lines around boarding stations. Any officer could walk ahead of enlisted crew. Any senior officer could walk ahead of junior officers. And senior staff walked past even senior officers, though most of the senior staff were the senior officers. Shae just cut past all of them. Head of line priviledges. <br><br>Her atoms were broken down, buffered, transferred to the Jhamel, reorganized and reassembled about the transporter pad of Transporter Room 1...just in time to hear the words of one of her senior staff. Words that made a little smirk come to Shae's lip, as the Jhamel's shipwide intercom sounded a pair of high pitched tones before the voice of Centauran Lieutenant Alix Drazka, Command Duty Officer of the Jhamel on the bridge, followed the tones: <em>"Commander USS Jhamel arriving."</em> <br><br>Shae knew how it worked: the computer alerted the bridge to her arrival, and according to Naval tradition that arrival was announced to everyone aboard. <em>Oh, no. Mama's home.</em> A thought that turned her little smirk into a little grin. "It's not so bad, Doc. Early transporters actually destroyed every atom in your body and simply recreated you in another location. Some feared before human trials that the soul, if there was such a thing, would be lost in the process. So at least you still have your soul."<br><br>Immediately after teasing her CMO, Shae greeted the transporter techs with a smile and nod. Then immediately after snuck up alongside her CMO, the Captain's voice dropping to a whisper when she was close enough to the blonde. "You and I need to talk about certain classified parts of my medical history. If you've got time, we can do it right after the senior staff inbrief you need to be at in a few minutes. CO's Briefing Room right outside the bridge." Just in case she didn't know.<br><br>The doctor was, like all of them, new. Only the XO and Shae had spent any real time on the ship prior to launch. <br><br>The shine of humor was just as quickly back in her eyes as it had dropped out with her whisper, her tone returning to normal as she decided against making the call from the Transporter room. The bridge would be better, as she needed to do a few things there to. And see her Ready Room, a space on the ship she hadn't seen the finished version of yet. Strange as that was. <br><br>A nice Ensign, a young Bolian male named Shekar that worked in Engineering she knew from memory, let her have the lift all to herself. Made for a speedy ride to Deck 1, a deck which had three spaces on it: Main Bridge, CO's Briefing Room, and CO's Ready Room. There was no one calling anyone else to attention when she walked onto the bridge; it was a common space for her. In theory. Even if now was her first time stepping onto it when it was fully staffed and powered. <br><br>Shae forgot herself for a moment, stopping and staring for a heartbeat, letting the moment sink in before the moment was through. And she was just as through with the sentiment of the momen. It wasn't her first bridge. Even if this Captain's Chair was much, much nicer. Dark leather that was softer han sin with an impressive holographic control interface, not to mentin an old school 'panic panel' hidden inside of the arms. <br><br>The Main Bridge's set up was relatively simple: there were three levels, in the center of the upper most level was her chair, flanked by two standing consoles. A step down were two chairs close to either of her sides, one for the XO and one for 'other' (at the moment the CDO Lt. Drazka sat there), another step down and front-center of the main bride were two side-by-side seated stations, generally for helms and conn, but all stations were interchangeable due to their updated LCARS software. Off to the sides were two other seated stations. Behind it all was a wall of readouts and standing stations for various bridge crew. <br><br>Her Ready Room door was off to the right of both Main Bridge entrances. <em>(<strong>OOC:</strong> If Tom doesn't mind, I couldn't find a firm picture of the Norway bridge and I liked the Sovereign's (http://www.ex-astris-scientia.org/gallery/bridges/enterprise-e-bridge-insurrection.jpg) best so I used that.)</em><br><br>"CDO, I have the bridge."<br><br>Drazka stood from the third chair, looking as relieved as he formally was. He had <em>only</em> been standing watch for nearing on fourteen straight hours now. "Aye-aye, ma'am. Captain has the bridge."<br><br>The computer made a note on the bridge log. Shae didn't even take her seat, instead issuing out commands as if issuing out commands came naturally to her. "Blue Alert." The bridge, like the rest of the ship, suddenly came alive in blue light as blue alert noiselessly began to show all over the Jhamel. "Comms, open an All Hands channel." After a quick wait, the Comm officer nodded to Shae to let her know she was on. "Hello, USS Jhamel. All of you should have noticed we've gone into Blue Alert, as we plan on embarking within the next few hours. I need all Senior Staff officers in the CO's Briefing Room as soon as possible. Skipper out."<br><br>The channel was cut, and Shae motioned to CDO before slipping out to the Briefing Room. "Lieutenant, you have the bridge."<br><br><em>Again</em>, Shae snickered to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-04-2014, 05:57:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1201.photobucket.com/albums/bb359/JadedAbsinthe/stFreya2_zps8d8e5618.jpg)</div>[Name: Freyja L'ha<br>Species: Betazoid<br>Position: Chief Medical Officer<br>Location: Transporter room 1, Medical bay, Briefing room<br>Tagging: Anyone in the room.<br><br>Freyja heard the captain's name called out, looking around when she heard the voice behind her. “I certainly do not like transporters but needs must, and you're assuming that I have a soul.” She smiled, she listened to the captain talk about wanting to talk about her medical history. “I'm glad we're in an agreement about that. I need to see all the commanding officers in the next 24 hours for a full medical.” She paused. “You'll come to understand that I trust technology about as far as I can throw it.” She smiled, wondering if her former CO warned them about the time she literally threw her scanner across the room breaking it, 5 separate times. “I shall see you up there.” She Freyja nodded heading out of the room.<br><br>She wanted to make a quick pit stop at the medical bay, hopefully everything would be set up to her exacting standards. As she arrived one of the nurses was waiting outside. “Doctor L'ha.” She pulled a face, “It's pronounced Lar.” She sighed wondering how many times she would need to say that over the course of the coming days. <br><br>“Oh yes.” The human turned pink and fiddled with the front of her shirt.<br><br>“Nurse...Kilmon right. You are a civilian, is this your first time on board a star fleet ship?” Freyja asked.<br><br>“Yes...” She said nervously.<br><br>Freyja smiled patting the girls arm, “Don't worry, everyone and everything will still be here when we get back.” She smiled and moved to open the door.<br><br>“You can't go in there.” Nurse Kilmon said quickly. “Doctor.” <br><br>“Oh, any reason?” She asked her hand hovering over the door lock, was there someone in there having fucking like bunnies on one of her tables?<br><br>“The decontamination sweep your ordered is still going, there should be another...” She moved to the console punching the number. “15 minutes before it will be open.” She smiled.<br><br>Freyja moved her hand, “Of course, how could I forget.” She smiled, perhaps she needed to trust people a little more then to head straight to their base instincts. The captain's message rang out over the intercom.<br><br>“You have my requirements in regards to lab set up?” Freyja asked.<br><br>Kilmon smiled and nodded, “Oh yes.”<br><br>“Good, I have to go to that meeting but I shall be back to check up.” She smiled, without another word she turned and headed to the bridge to meet for the meeting.<br><br>It took a few minutes to find an empty elevator, apparently everyone had decided to arrive at the same time, once she arrived at the ready room she walked inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>06-04-2014, 14:47:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/2013/03/Dwayne-Johnson-G.I.-Joe-Retaliation-e1364188954463.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> D'rogar Pendros<br><strong>Location:</strong> Spacedock 74 ----&gt; USS Jhamel<br><br><hr><br>"Four Hundred-ninety eight. Four Hundred ninety-nine. Five Hundred." Holding his position with his chin above the pull up bar for a few more moments, D'rogar finally let go and fell to the floor, landing firmly on his feet. He found a towel and patted himself down, wiping away the sheen of sweat he'd built up. For a year he'd been hard at work along with Shae and a group of others getting the USS Jhamel ready, and today was finally the day. The Jhamel was launching, and as such he wanted to be limber and ready; that meant at least a light workout. <br><br>And this was all he'd had time for. A few hundred push ups, a few hundred sit ups, and finish it off with the chin ups. Not the most intense regimen, but it got the blood flowing and kept him ready for anything. Some might call him paranoid, but it was more like a sense for trouble...and that sense had helped him countless times. So he made sure he always took heed when he felt that familiar tingle. His workout finished, he quickly changed into his uniform and made sure it was crisp, clean, and correct. When he was satisfied, he locked up and left. He still had a bit of time to get there, but he didn't like to keep people waiting, so he wasn't shy of the accelerator. <br><br>When he arrived at Starbase 74, he showed his security clearance and left his vehicle in the designated location. He doubted he'd be seeing it anytime soon. He didn't visit the Admiral, although the thought had crossed his mind. However he knew Shae, and he knew that Vulcan in her would have compelled her to pay the man a visit even if it hadn't been protocol for a Captain. <br><br>So, he made his way on board and began cataloging, just to be sure. He'd already completed the entire list of crew orders and duty rosters. They were readily available if someone didn't know their assignment or living areas or any of the essentials. D'rogar was as meticulous with his work as he was with his workouts, as everyone would soon learn if they didn't already know.<br><br>&nbsp;He was checking the last items off of the list on his PADD when he noticed one of the power lines spanning the ship shift to a deep blue color. It was nearing time for departure. He kept a calm demeanor but inside he was giddy with delight. He wasn't far from the bridge, so he began heading that way when Shae's voice rang out over the intercom, informing the crew of the time for departure, as well as all senior officers that they were needed in the briefing room.<br><br>&nbsp;In the next few hours they'd be flying through space, but in the next few minutes, he had a meeting to get to. Striding through corridor after corridor, he made his way to the Briefing Room and stepped through as the door slid open. He already had company, and he greeted both of them as he found his seat. "Captain, Officer L'ha. You both look lovely." Sitting down and getting comfortable, he waited for the others with the ladies who'd already arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SGTDan</strong> on <strong>06-04-2014, 22:53:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsL/64288.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> First Lieutenant Gunner<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Deck 4, Quarters ---&gt; CO's Briefing Room<br><br><hr><br>Slightly miffed at being assigned NCO quarters when he was clearly a commissioned officer but he didn't make a stink. Jack quickly learned that in the military the squeaky wheel doesn't get the grease. Instead the squeaky wheel gets put in a box far away where no one will ever hear it. So he took his room with a grain of salt, just happy to have some place to stay at least. His roommate hadn't shown up yet so he took the liberty of decorating his half of the living area with various knick knacks he had collected.&nbsp; One of those included a <em>Bat'leth</em> that was given to him on the wedding by Katilla's father. Running around happy to be out of his cage was Spot, his Jack Russel which was a gift from his CO when he left for Starfleet Security.<br><br>Jack stood in front of the mirror fixing his collar, after the Captain's announcement of the scheduled inbrief he received a message from the late CSO. It was simple enough Jack being the second in command of Security would have to stand in for the CSO. It wasn't sometime he was thrilled about because a lot of eyes would be on him. Literally he would be the small fish in the big fish's pond. Every move would be noticed and it all left an impression. That impression would affect any chances at advancement. Worst of it was he would be in the biggest fishes cross hairs, the Captain. Dusting off some pet hair he looked himself over in the mirror.<br><br>The standard Starfleet uniform was a bit tight for him. It clung loosely to him showing off the muscles that the Marine had gained from his time aboard. Gold undershirt was something that he wasn't used to, the color seemed so jarring to him after all those years of forest green. Mind you forest green was still there but it was a simple line down his trousers. That allowed anyone to know that he was still a Marine but simply transferred for now. Tugging down the sleeves he winked at Spot,<br><br>"Time to knock 'em dead"<br><br><hr><br>It was a nervous walk through the corridors and awkward rides in a turbo lift. Made worse by the fact he was now in senior staff territory. As he walked through the upper decks it was like walking through a minefield. Stiff and rigid he made sure each move was calculated and proper, this was his first assignment. Impressions were crucial if he wanted to make it further in this career. Taking a deep breath he stood before the rooms door and stepped through. Looking among the officers he noticed the XO,Captain and CMO so far had arrived. Snapping to attention as the door slid shut with a hiss,<br><br>"First Lieutenant Gunner, standing in for the CSO ma'am!" A crisp salute followed while keeping his eyes on the wall behind her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zacharius</strong> on <strong>06-04-2014, 23:20:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Mehor Russ<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jhamel Engineering Deck ---&gt; CO's Briefing Room<br><br>Mehor had managed the limited socialising involved in coming aboard the ship, remembering to smile, and that he wouldn't be punished for meeting the eyes of any of the women, in fact it was encouraged. It made him uncomfortable, but only because it required him to break habits built over a lifetime, not preference. He imagined it would be freeing once it no longer required so much though. Tired, mentally, from the excitement of boarding and <em>so</em> many people, he retired to the Engineering deck, rather than his personal quarters. With the familiar hum of activity, he worked as a number of other staff began to familiarise themselves with the ship that he had by now, committed entirely to memory. There was little to go over at the moment, so he spent him time pointing out various things to those who would serve with him in Engineering, his usual uncomfortable nature dispersing as he remained on his topic of choice, speaking with those in the same realm of enthusiasm as him. As he was discussing the warp speeds of the ship, the call through to the briefing room came through. He turned instantly, abandoning the conversation, leaving a very confused individual, before heading in the direction required. He did not respond, neither to the order not to anyone present. He had been called, following orders slowly had earned him broken bones in the past. Although not necessarily aware of the fact himself, the CO's voice being female may have put rather more haste in his step.<br><br>Despite this haste, Engineering was somewhat of a distance and he was the fifth person to arrive. Freezing slightly upon entrance, he nodded to those present, not quite managing to meet the eyes of the two present females, before finding his seat, his arm quivering, ever so slightly, as he pulled it out, thankful for allowing himself to be supported by the furniture, rather than dependent on himself to remain rigid while standing. It was then that he managed words, they didn't shake, it was why he had delayed, and with a mental burst of strength, met her eyes.<br><br>"Captain, pleasure to meet you, and you both, officers." Nevertheless, it sounded somewhat awkward, as if the greeting was entirely alien to him, which it was, and it was only a moment before his eyes were roaming around the room, processing the present technology of Starfleet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 23:04:29</strong>
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				OOC: I think Tom left us? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 00:58:56</strong>
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				OOC: I think so too... it's a shame :(
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Jhamel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>18-04-2014, 23:14:26</strong>
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				I could take over, or start a new one starting with whoever wanted to go in?
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