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Post by Capt Jim Harsting (Ret) on Feb 9, 2008 5:17:12 GMT -5
"All right, meeting dismissed." Jim said, looking back to the PADD, looking at the information again. He, of course, felt bad. But it was a part of the uniform and a part of the oath he took. Sighing slightly, though barely noticible, he waited for the room to empty.
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Post by gengrant on Feb 9, 2008 5:33:15 GMT -5
As all the crew members exited the observation lounge, Sam lagged behind, waiting for the last person to leave. He looked back at the Captain, as he studied his PADD intently “Excuse me Sir, I would never contradict my CO in front of others” a grin appearing “unless necessary; but permission to speak freely Captain?”
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Post by Lt Buford B. Hound on Feb 9, 2008 8:43:47 GMT -5
Buford stands and exits the Observation Room, returning to helm he relives the Ens their and takes his seat
He modifies the course to go to Zeta Raphadon Beta 4, then slowly increase velocity from Transwarp 16 to Transwarp 18
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Post by Capt Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Feb 9, 2008 10:23:42 GMT -5
As soon as the meeting came to it's conclusion, he stood up, turned and headed for the door, his tail twitching as he went. Stepping out of the Observation lounge, he moved back to his tactical console, relieving the temp officer that was there. He then checked current readings and checked other tactical systems
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Post by ganesaravious on Feb 9, 2008 10:49:53 GMT -5
Ganesa stood up from the table and left the Observation Lounge as ordered. There are some things that not everyone may agree with, but they were there for a reason. Too many things could happen that can be harmful instead of helpful even if it was on good intentions. She entered the bridge, made her way towards the OPS console, and relieved Ensign Beaker. Ganesa tapped on her console, ran several ops scans and read the updated ops reports.
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Post by Dr Colina MacAuley on Feb 9, 2008 10:51:50 GMT -5
As soon as the meeting was over she stood, walking out she nodded as she passed both the executive officer and the Captain. She walked briskly to the TL, which was her nature. Getting in she turned and faced the closing doors.
"Computer sickbay." The other crew member in the TL nodded to as she walked in, she returned the greeting but remained silent. As the door opened she walked into sick bay, "Nurse Fong we have a new crew member have him report to sickbay." she then went directly to her office.
In her opinion it would have been best to leave the fate of those poor souls out of the briefing. Now her mind went back to them periodically. Wanting to help them but knowing her hands were tied.
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Post by samek on Feb 10, 2008 7:36:20 GMT -5
Samek stated, "No questions, sir." He then stood up to leave the ready room.
He returned to the engineering console on the bridge, going over the most recent information, to ready the sensors to take snapshots of the planet before it was destroyed. He often found many Starfleet Regulations as logical, including the Prime Directive. However he believed that, especially in this circumstance, that regulations without exceptions could be just as dangerous.
On one side of the coin, this species could in 200 years turn out to be murderous fiends that would hurt the Federation, Klingons, or even their neighbors, but on the other hand, they may turn out to be a key to a plague or some other desease that could be the downfall of Humanity or any race within the Federation. He felt it was quite illogical to not let these peoples evolve into whatever they may become, however, orders were as such.
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Post by Capt Jim Harsting (Ret) on Feb 11, 2008 15:03:34 GMT -5
Jim stayed in the Observation Lounge as the room emptied. Standing, he walked to the center window, looking back through the windows which were framed at either side by the upper Nacelles of the ship. Being in slipstream, he watched the strange blueish swirl of what looked like clouds stream past. His thoughts were on this upcoming mission, and the challenges that lay ahead...
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Post by gengrant on Feb 12, 2008 1:02:01 GMT -5
Sam waited a moment, but there was an unfamilar look about the Captain, one he hadn't really seen before. Figuring now wasn't the best time, Sam just nodded his head respectfully, "Excuse me then, Sir." and headed out of the lounge. It was and odd feeling he got from him, but then again, the demand on a person that wore those pip's had to be a lot.
Sam walked accross the bridge and paused a moment, looking back at the lounge. He'd come back and check on the Captain at a later time, maybe over a drink, but he figured the best thing he could do would be to let well enough alone.
And from one semi-depressing matter to another more so, he remebered he was to meet Ann; her story was a sad one, but he hopped he might be able to turn it around. He stepped into the Turbo Lift and waited for the doors to close, then tapped his combadge "Grant to Ann" he began, clearing his throat. "Would you care to meet me at the Galaxy Bar and Grill for that dinner I promised you? Tog's gonna save us a table out of the way from everyone." he waited for her response as he exited the turbo lift near his office.
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Post by Lt Buford B. Hound on Feb 12, 2008 20:13:02 GMT -5
Buford keeps his eyes on the the Nav System as they they head toward Zeta Raphadon Beta 4 "Course Smooth and Steady" he says
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Post by gengrant on Feb 13, 2008 1:50:59 GMT -5
“Acknowledged, I’ll see you there.” Sam replied to Ann’s acceptance. He laughed to himself and checked in at the Security Office on the Promenade, where of course all was well. Generally there wasn’t many problems on a Starship, although there could be some interesting exceptions, generally there wasn’t much ‘policing’ to do; which he found to be okay.
He exchanged PADD’s with the Officer at the desk, and then headed down to the restaurant. As he entered he found Tog working the bar, he stepped over to him and informed him that he’d like one of the tables towards the back of the restaurant, which of course Tog was more then happy to assist with. Sam didn’t want Ann to be ‘on display’ for everyone, nor did he want her to feel uncomfortable talking openly.
Sam patted Tog on the shoulder, put his print on his PADD for the bill, and asked for a few minutes before ordering; thus allowing Ann some time to arrive and talk.
Sam sat, sipping on his ‘caff’ that he’d ordered while he waited, and reviewed his PADD. The PADD contained information on the ‘White’ that kept the Jem’hadar in check; trying to see if there was anything that could help Ann with her current predicament.
Sam was deep in thought as Ann entered the restaurant, he didn’t see her come in as he was gulping his drink and reading, but suddenly something felt wrong. He slowly placed both items he was holding on the table and looked up; it was dead silent in the bar. The noise you could get use to, but as he looked, everyone appeared distracted and looking towards the entrance, where Sam noticed Ann walk in; the white and pale blue dress drawing as much attention as if the Borg just stop by to say “Assimilation is but a request, I’m here for the dabo tables!”
As she approached, Sam stood and pulled back the chair opposite him “Hello Ann, please” said Sam, as he waived his hand towards the chair, implying her to have a seat, he helped her up to the table. “I must say, I feel much underdressed, I’m just in my uniform and you dressed up.” Sam smiled “Pardon me if I seem distracted, but I must say, it is a side of you I didn’t think I’d see; it becomes you.” It was at this time that he noticed there was still a ‘hush’ over the room, he looked around and most of the patrons were still staring at Ann. Sam waved a hand at them and spoke cautiously “Alright, everyone back to your business, there’s nothing to see here… Unless you want to see the Brig.”, the crowd quickly returned to their drinking and games, Sam looked back at Ann and smiled “Sorry about that, now, where were we… ah yes; How are you doing?”
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Post by Tog on Feb 14, 2008 8:34:40 GMT -5
Tog looks at Grant from behind the Bar when he said "Alright, everyone back to your business, there’s nothing to see here… Unless you want to see the Brig.” then Tog looked back at Ann for a second before he continued tending the Bar
After a few minutes he walked over to their table he cough Ann saying “Why? Do you say…‘a side of you I didn’t think I’d see’? What do I do normally? I’m curious of how you see me compared to those…a side from me.” Tog waited till she was finished
Looking at both "Would you like to Order now? might I suggest Steak with mushrooms sided with a baked potato topped with sour cream and chives to drink Château Lafite Rothschild and for desert Cherries jubilee" Tog says as he waits
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Post by Capt Jim Harsting (Ret) on Feb 14, 2008 11:27:13 GMT -5
Jim continued to look out at the slipstream tunnel, as if thinking. After many moments, he moved back to his seat, and started typing on the console. "Computer, compile all known instances of a pre-warp civilization's planetary destruction and cross reference with the Prime Directive, emphasis on Starfleet Rulings of Conduct and Court Marshals."
Then he sat, starting to review the various entries.
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Post by gengrant on Feb 15, 2008 3:52:39 GMT -5
Sam took another drink from his glass, and before he had it back on the table, Ann kissed him; it was a good thing that his glass was only centimeters from the table as he dropped his glass.
He just looked up, a little surprised. “Cute eh? I’ve been called many things in my life, but cute isn’t really up on the list.” He tried to hide the fact that he was blushing, he could play poker like a hawk but couldn’t help blushing now.
Sam listened as she mentioned that she went off the drug “Are you sure you’ll be okay with going ‘cold turkey’? I have faith in you, but just be careful alright?” clearing his throat and still trying to regain his composure “If you need to, let me know the moment you have any ‘set backs’ or the like… deal?”
When inquired about what was going on with him, Sam just sighed “Nothing really exciting. We got our marching orders for our current mission and dueled about legal ramifications regarding our Prime Directive; you know, just another Starfleet ‘day at the office’.” Adding a smile for reassurance.
As he spoke to her and watched her body language, he noticed that she seemed distracted a bit “Ann, you alright, you look a bit distracted…” as he watched her spin her slender finger on the table.
But before she really answered, she responded with a question of her own. Sam grunted a laugh at her question “Well, I didn’t mean anything bad by it, actually it was a compliment.” Sam adjusted himself at the table, “The last time we met we ended up fighting, trying to kill each other almost. Most of my memories of you are through the sites of a phaser.” Sam laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “But, now you’re a different women. You’re hear now, dressed very lovely, unarmed and are speaking openly and from the heart; I think.” Smirking he finished “I like this side of you; it certainly fits you, Ann.”
Sam looked up at Tog “Yes, I’d like the Steak, minus the mushrooms, medium, and with an old terran cola. Ann, what would you like?” He waited for Ann to order, then thanked Tog as he headed off.
He looked back at Ann, almost surprising himself for the way he looked at her, as he hadn’t looked at anyone that way in a few years.
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