FEYNMAN QUARTERDECK
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FLEET COMMAND
"What do we have to offer a planet that can do what they do?" This came from the counsellor, who would be the most likely negotiator.
"Perhaps a map of vacant systems within the federation and permission to visit them?" The Admiral growled softly "I don't know, I haven't met them. That is why I am sending YOU. Find out what they have, what they need, see if we can get that. People this is a First Contact mission. I cannot give you much more information besides where to go. I don't even have a species description for them." He shrugged. "I expect you to come back with a lot more than I send you out with."
He pulled his dagger from the map and it changed back to a standard 18th century chart. "Now I'll leave you to finish your cruise but I have other ships to see to . . . "
"I'll call you an arch." Suggested J.C.
"No thank you, Mister Allard. I have arranged my own transport home." The Admiral stepped to the starboard side of the ship and whistled through his teeth. A moment passed and then a huge head broke the surface of the ocean. "Like the map says, 'here there be dragons'." With a wave the Admiral stepped off of the boat and onto the upper neck of the beast and it turned and carried him off into the snowstorm.
FOUNDING ERA
No surviving personal or duty logs have been recovered from the archive at this time.
No surviving personal or duty logs have been recovered from the archive at this time.
COMMAND & SENIOR STAFF
"Gentlemen," Paul didn't particularly like the term, but it was considered inclusive of all present regardless of sex. "What we cannot deny is that if Vice-Admiral Nicholas' summary of the situation on Cait is correct, there will no doubt be certain individuals who would see our investigations as intrusive at best, and a real threat at worst. To that end, I believe we must be prepared for the worst situation."
Zane rubbed a hand, that still hadn’t been returned to its natural grey over his forehead. Even for a being that never slept it had been a long day. "It all depends on…" He held up his hands. "I don’t know. There are so many questions, so many what ifs. How much of it is true? And how much will the Federation want to believe? Did the Romulans really create the Reavers? Was it an accident or a something they wanted to do? Why dump them over in our end of the galaxy? Did they drop them off there as a failed experiment or did they intend them to attack the Issahi and then us? Are they aiding the Reavers or trying to stop them? Those Reaver ships we just saw could just as likely have been prisoners as allies."
SECURITY & SUPPORT
She looked at Zane, with a twinkle in her dark eyes. She might as well tell him the truth. "Can I tell you a secret? Without fear of being demoted?"
"I won't make any promises. But maybe you'd better tell me anyway," he said, his tone light.
She grimaced lightly, "Honestly... I joined Starfleet because otherwise my father would have sent me to Betazed, and I wasn't ready to leave Earth."
"Why?"
"I love Earth. I was born there, in the embassy, of course. But my father is a traditionalist as you've no doubt realized. He thought I'd be much more likely to find a 'suitable match' there. And I've not doubted the fact that Kavan was there was as much a part of his decision as anything. But being an ambassador, he really couldn't fault my decision to stay on Earth and go to the academy. Of course, I know it was the right choice no matter what the original reasons were .. but it was a bit of an escape." She fingered her glass a bit before continuing. "I have to admit to feeling a bit guilty at my success, considering that fact. Not that I haven't worked very hard for every bit of it .. but .."
"Thank you for your promptness. I am Ensign Adria Baccus the new Chief Security Officer. I have your names and your current assignments here. LT(jg) Allard added some positive comments to your records before his transfer, and I am looking forward to working with you."
"No, I've not been a doctor yet," she replied. "Although I *am* over 200 years old and I've seen enough to suggest that often the best cure for a minor virus is a dose of good old-fashioned rest. Besides, it's good to settle back once in a while and unwind from life."
Startled, Jordan put out his hand and congratulated the Captain and thanked him for the opportunity to serve. "You know Sir, they say an Ensign's first ship and Commanding Officer are like his first loves, you never forget them."
"Um, before I head off, I... wanted to give you this," J.C. handed Loren one of the old novels from his antique collection, one of J.C.'s favourites. Loren brushed his hand gently over the cover, turning it over to read the title,
"Mr. Midshipman Hornblower, by C.S. Forester.... copyright 2144! J.C., this book is old!" "Well, it's not a first edition, but I still enjoy the story... hope you will, too!" "Thanks, Justin...." Loren faltered a bit, the first since J.C. had known the CNS. "I have too..." "Look, if you..." they both began at once. "I have to get moving. Hopping a ride on the EISENHOWER as far as DELTA, then a D-shuttle all the way to ALPHA. Maybe I'll have time to see my uncle Bauer." J.C. glanced at his wrist chrono, "The EISENHOWER leaves in about 25 minutes..." "I'll be furious if you don't stay in touch," said Loren. J.C. had seen Loren angry on a rare occasion, not a welcomed sight to behold.
"You can count on it, Loren." The ominous awkwardness once again clouded the room. J.C. offered his hand, but a handshake was simply not enough for the Counselor. J.C. and Loren hugged, his last goodbye for the FEYNMAN.
"Much to the chagrin, but unexpected delight of CDR Branno, our esteemed Zinderneuf QM, it is my pleasure that we lost no shuttles during the last mission," Jerran continued, glancing to see a chuckle escape from most of the officers’ lips at that one.
"Because CDR Branno was so elated at our ability to keep our shuttles intact this mission, she saw fit to grant my request for a pair of the new Apollo type sensor arrays normally meant for runabouts, but which my crew has been able to modify for our pair of killer bee sleds, Pluto and Charon. Based on computer simulations, I believe that using these modifications in addition to the standard protocols we've developed for using the shuttles and runabout to extend the DELPHI's sensing abilities, we could probably get about a 40 percent gain in sensor efficiency."
SCIENCES & DISCOVERY
"Commander, I must report that I am unfit for duty, sir,” said the half Vulcan CsciO. Before Zane could reply, he took off his communicator and crushed it angrily in his hand. He then threw the remains of the communicator off the side of the bed, and laid back, trying to clear his mind.
"You know, Chief, they were right...", Jakkao said as he peered out to admire the view.
"Who, sir?", inquired the pilot.
"The ancient mystics and astrologers," he continued, " ... about the stars. That the stars do indeed have something to do with our fates. Hmmmm... maybe... not entirely right, I suppose. The stars may not be out there to prescribe our destinies... but perhaps it was inevitable for us to make our stars our destination... not dictated by the stars but intertwined..."
"Husnock's had a completely different language to us. How does it know Federation standard?" asked the youngest scientist, Chief Brianna Rowan.
Meleah's mind had already been analyzing that question. "Perhaps it has been studying the way in which we speak. After all, it can understand where we want to go using pictures, so perhaps it has learnt from us how to communicate with us." "But that would mean that the base was alive, wouldn't it," asked the cynical engineer.
"Yes. It would," replied Meleah.
No surviving personal or duty logs have been recovered from the archive at this time.
No surviving personal or duty logs have been recovered from the archive at this time.
MEDICAL & COUNSELING
"You know, Counselor, that your presence is *not* required, I presume?" Commander Zane asked. "Yes, sir, I do. But how could I miss my first ship setting sail for the first time?... since I came aboard, that is"
"No. I was and still am innocent. The fact I was convicted had nothing to do with race. At the trial, several on the jury as well as the judge happened to be Bajoran. The Federation and Starfleet are not human run. As a non-human Starfleet officer once said, "The United Federation of Planets is based on a simple but important idea: Diversity, indeed diversity makes up the very fabric of the Federation, which is essentially an amalgamation of different worlds, races, and cultures." This officer went on to say that the Federation worlds are bound together by " awareness, respect and trust". I would add that this diversity also makes up Starfleet and is a great benefit to Starfleet as Starfleet officers also have awareness, respect and trust of one other."
Loren walked up to the bar and unwrapped the item he'd purchased earlier in the Klingon store. Shining in the eatery's low light was a rusted, broken dha'tang knife. The family crest adorning the blade's hilt was just barely visible. Loren spoke before Bat had the chance. "This is the only thing that remains of my Klingon heritage. The entire clan wiped out, when my adopted father was accused of treason. It's funny though. Sometimes people who have pasts try to forget them and cast aside the people who were a part of those pasts. I, on the other hand, have to cling to every little scrap I can find."
"I use my gruffness as a shield, particularly with men. I'm sure you are familiar with my psychological profile. That is why I feel I can talk to you about this. I have been having nightmares for the last two nights. But they aren't nightmares, at least not in the traditional sense. We have a name for these kinds of dreams on Orion, Poji. Poji aren't really dreams, but conduits by which to kill the sleeping. I think I'm being stalked by someone in my dreams. Someone who knows me, very, very well..." Mary trailed off, noticing the faint disbelief on Loren's face.
No surviving personal or duty logs have been recovered from the archive at this time.
No surviving personal or duty logs have been recovered from the archive at this time.
ENGINEERING
"As an Engineer and a former Star Fleet trained Tactical and Security officer. My first billet." he paused for a moment, looking coolly at the Romulan, "AND, if the Ja'telaih for some reason was there, we lack the resources to go unmolested and search for it."
