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Post by 2nd Lt. Divlo Harid on May 13, 2008 17:22:02 GMT -5
"2nd Lt Divlo Harid, Chief Science Officer. And that was the commanding officer who told me enter. I will make sure he knows the delay in following his order was because of you. Anything else you want to know?"
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Post by Lt Tail Kinker To~Settle Sand on May 13, 2008 18:09:50 GMT -5
She gave nod, and a whisker twitch, to the male who introduced himself then heard his comment about telling the Commandering Officer that he was late because of her
She scoffed a bit "I am aware of who it was who told you to Enter. Unless it was an emergency then he can wait an extra few seconds. When you tell him that you're "delay" was because of me, also inform him that I'm doing my job as Security Chief. By the way, Second Lt Divlo Harid, Chief Science Officer, welcome aboard."
She turned her attention back to her tactical scans
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Post by 2nd Lt. Divlo Harid on May 13, 2008 19:32:16 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to tell him you will advise us if its an emergency. Welcome aboard? Do you ready welcome me and why would you? Now I have to go see him but only with your permission."
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Post by Lt Tail Kinker To~Settle Sand on May 13, 2008 20:03:13 GMT -5
Location: Bridge, Tactical station, outside the CO's RR
She glanced back to the male with a look of disdain
"I am sure he would know if an emergency arises without me telling him. I welcome you since you are new to the ship. I have learned it is polite to welcome new people. If you wish to see the commander, then I would suggest doing so. you do not need my permission. It is my job to know who you are. For security reasons."
Her whiskers twitched in annoyance again at his coldness
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Post by 2nd Lt. Divlo Harid on May 13, 2008 20:11:33 GMT -5
He shook his head, and thought, another Star Fleet curtosy. He walked in and noted it was a Cardassian CO.
"2nd Lt Divlo Havid, Chief Science officer reporting for duty Sir!" he handed his padd to the CO and waited.
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Post by Captain Julius Delor on May 16, 2008 12:37:05 GMT -5
Standing taking the orders offered "now thats what I like to see around here military precission accordance and compliance to code and someone that is familier with procedure" looking over the transfer orders. " a Scientist thats a good thing I may be in need of your services very soon as Starfleet has finally given us our next assignment. Looks like your quarters are on deck 12 inform the quartermaster of any special needs or species specific requirements." the humid muggy nature of his office now painfully clear. ' I understand you are a Zaldian so i'll forgo with the plesentries any further and let you get to your tasks straight away you'll find your lab on deck 5 if you have any questions please don,t hesitate to ask myself or my first officer dismissed" Folding his hands behind his back accenting the statement.
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Post by 2nd Lt. Divlo Harid on May 16, 2008 14:45:02 GMT -5
"Yes Sir! With your permission sir should I check in with Medical now or later?"
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Post by Captain Julius Delor on May 16, 2008 14:47:43 GMT -5
"now would be suggested and is essentially priority upon check in you will find her office on deck 4 I do believe of course you will inform me if you should happen to need anything else. " nods indicating he could leave if he liked leaving room for more questions if needed.
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Post by 2nd Lt. Divlo Harid on May 16, 2008 14:51:00 GMT -5
"Understood Sir. I have no questions at this time, but will ask if one arises." He salutes the Co.
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Post by Captain Julius Delor on May 16, 2008 14:55:38 GMT -5
Returns a polite salute "then it looks like you have alot of setling in to do dismissed"
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Post by 2nd Lt. Divlo Harid on May 16, 2008 15:03:46 GMT -5
"Yes sir." Placeing his right foot behind he did an about face and left the Co's ready room.
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Post by mnheiallweii on Jul 1, 2008 13:30:39 GMT -5
Sitting down at the console, she stops to compose in her mind just exactly what she wants to say before taping the communications, and sending it out to every science office, engineer and helmsman in the fleet.
Taking a deep breath, she nods, the starts recording.
"Greetings,
"This is Erien Llweii of the USS New York requesting assistance with a problem. We have been investigating the dissapearance of the Pegasus. Due to a collapsing wormhole, I am uncertain if she will be able to return, as we had tracked her progress to the aperature.
"What I am seeking here is a colaboration of departments who may have more knowledge in such areas than myself alone can aquire in order to find a way to bring the Pegasus back, should she need it. Also, a way of transmitting this data to her.
"Please reply if you are able to devote some time to this effort. I have attached to this message the known data we have on the worm hole.
Thank you,
Erien Llweii."
((To reply, please repost to the New York's Communication's Room.))
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Post by Captain Julius Delor on Jul 1, 2008 13:58:55 GMT -5
Eyeing the incoming message reading it over carefully along wit hthe bundled mission data thinking on the issue for several moments hesitating to respond untill what time he knows more forwarding the request and further information to the science officers quarters and awaiting an analysis of the Pegasus situation and information .
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Post by Captain Julius Delor on Aug 24, 2008 20:07:39 GMT -5
meanwhile during the bajoran mission
his hands spread out over the wood graine desk its diminsions perfect and measured within defined perimeters symetrically arranged inside the perfectly rectangular confines of his ready room the central desk platformed higher than the level of the surrounding ground perfect cardassian symetry.
For him the last time things wre this perfect this detailed and in place was on board the USS Condord. That last day his uniform perfect the atmosphere for a decomissioning just so his mind drifts the smell of the red leaf tea dragging his mind back to that moment mentally stepping out of the ready room into that scatttered disorganized mess that is starfleet
he had always hated that uniform green and drab camoflauged in its trappings. Looking across a very diffrent bridge the central seat operations and helm stations all that were visabley seated positions.
His Klingon first officer grinning proudly thru his gnarled teeth the man opened his mouth speaking the first lines he has heard in days "Sir Concord in full shut down mode awaiting final orders for adrift detailing warp core moth balled and impulse engines tear down complete the bridge plating is bound for the replacement yard for future upgrades and the main defelctor on the way down final shuttle launch in twenty minutes sir"
Julius recalls panning his head up and simply muttering "clear the bridge prepare for final departures and place a twenty minute timer on the count down have you made arrangements Brinnea?" Brinnea Dukat the ships primary operations officer a tall cardassian female someone he had shared drinks conversations and meditations with she was his left hand when he couldn't always trust his first officers judgement, spoke quietly "Back to cardassia prime you know that same as I " replyed coldly and smoothly. JUlius simply nodded though at that moment he did not know what thier futures would hold he continued his final checks.
in his mind the scene fades to shuttles headed in two diffrent directions one bound for deep space three and one for the USS Republic where Julius would be headed for vacation a final glance of Brinnea and his first officer leaving his cold in the depths of space sailing silently thru that cold night.
Into into. Looking up as his tea goes cold nodding to himself and continuing to collect his daily reports thinking he was simply geting senile in his old age scheduling an appoint to be checked for neurological disorders.
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Post by Captain Julius Delor on Sept 3, 2008 19:51:00 GMT -5
Checking over the reports stacked high as a pigs eye on his office desk remembering a time when the paper work was really much simpler a time roughly ten years ago serving with the Obsidian order when all paperwork was handled and signed off on by subordinate officers his time on the mining colony of Terta Prime was a welcome relief from his previous five years in the military the battle of Betazed still seemed like yesterday. The scar was still white hot above his right eye he'd hate telling that story if any one asked . either way paperwork was simpler but this federation apparently noone broke wind around her without a signed order form crewmen so and so changing quarters with ensign whats her cookies sigh what a headache. closing his eyes his mind wandering over the last fifteen years of service and the ten years civil prior to the wars and occupation . so many battles so many conflicts thankfully Cardassians healed quickly eyes opening returning to reality signing off requests forms and papers looking over the current mission status and approving summerially anything on the table sending it all back to Dekas panel glad to be far away from the Bajorans.
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