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-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | -LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | ||
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | -LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB Epsilon: Selek Reports</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 4-3-1996</h4> | |||
CINCOPS' Office | |||
SD 80323.1700 | |||
>"The Admiral will see you now Lieutenant," the attractive secretary told | |||
>Del. Del smiled his little evil smile, and entered the depths of the evil | |||
>Admiral's office. He wondered what she would have to tell him, or if she | |||
>even remembered good old Ltjg Del Selek. He approached the lady that sat in | |||
>a hoverchair, came to a relaxed attention and said, "Howdy Admiral, any | |||
>positions open for a CScio?" | |||
But the lady in the hoverchair wasn't there. In a regular chair sitting | |||
behind the Admiral's desk sat an Andorian Commodore - Del could see he was | |||
rather tall and slim, though he was sitting down. "Where's Admiral Ashe?" he | |||
asked with a certain expectation. | |||
"The secretary didn't explain?" Tal asked rather gruffly. | |||
"Nope." Del wondered if the Commodore would have the same reaction to him | |||
that the Admiral did. | |||
Tal just shook his head and wiggled his antennae in frustration. Then he | |||
gave the explanation he'd heard himself give a hundred times in the last | |||
week. "Admiral Ashe is at a meeting of the Federation High Council. I'm | |||
filling in for her while she's gone. Name and bio, please." | |||
"Ltjg Del Selek," he responded promptly, handing over his PADD. | |||
"OK, Mr. Selek. Please report to RAdm. Nicholas at SB EPSILON. I believe | |||
SILVER Fleet needs a Science Officer." | |||
"Whatever you say," said the brash lieutenant, and he turned and left. | |||
SNIP: | |||
At 07:09 AM 4/2/96 -0800, sherman johns wrote: | |||
>SD: 80403 | |||
> | |||
>Del strolled through the corridors of Starbase Epsilon...in the direction of | |||
>the Admiral's Office. He wondered if his reputation as a troublemaker had | |||
>preceded him to Silver Fleet, or if he would have to make his reputation | |||
>known. He contemplated for a few moments playing a joke on the Admiral, and | |||
>decided against it...there would be enough time to make enemies. Selek | |||
>halted his thoughts as he arrived at the Admiral's office. He approached the | |||
>secretary, whom adviced hism to take a seat until he would be called upon. | |||
>Not much time passed until Selek was told that the Admiral was ready to see | |||
>him. The Cardassian smiled his little evil smile, and entered the Admiral's | |||
>office. | |||
> | |||
>"Howdy Admiral," the cardassian said in a relaxed manner, "still have that | |||
>CSciO position open?" | |||
The Admiral looked across the desk at the casual Cardassian with a | |||
look one normally reserves for examining an unknown substance on the bottom | |||
of your shoe after wandering in a pasture. the silense stretched taut for a | |||
moment before he spoke, softly. "While the Federation may be realxed in | |||
military protocol when compared to the Cardassian traditions this is _not_ a | |||
lounge. 'Howdy' won't cut it here although I believe it is classed as | |||
acceptable in the Grey Fleet." | |||
Del flinched slightly at the calm manner in which a transfer to the | |||
grey fleet was mentioned. The Grey fleet was the mothball fleet. Both for | |||
ships and careers. | |||
"Now perhaps you would like to try this again, Ensign?" | |||
"Lt, Admiral, Lt. See? They gave me the extra pip right here and | |||
that means . . . " For a large man the Admiral moved swiftly. The pip was | |||
off the collar before Del even saw the movement from behind the desk. | |||
"Would you like to try for Cadet?" Purred Azariah tossing the pip | |||
on the desk. "No? Then let's see if I do 'still have that CSciO position | |||
open', shall we?" | |||
Ensign Selek thought it was probably a good thing he hadn't tried | |||
for a practical joke. Moments later he was outside the office door with his | |||
new orders in one hand and his pip still sitting on the Admirals desk. He | |||
didn't know if the demotion was official or just a removal of the insignia. | |||
He wasn't about to go back in and ask. A D-Warp shuttle was waiting for him | |||
to take him to the USS FEYNMAN. | |||
<<<nrpg>>> | |||
There ya go Sherman, you got a good ship. I'll leave it to you to decide | |||
and discover whether you are demoted or not, your call. <G> Just take note | |||
Azariah Nicholas is not somebody to say 'howdy' to. | |||
mike--->I've had students like you | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Intruder Alert!!</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Intruder Alert!!</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-3-1996</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-3-1996</h4> | ||