[19:33] besdies, we have yet to actually make it to Starbase 247 [19:33] that'd be a fun character to play [19:33] LCARS, lets find a creative use for a jar of peanut butter, vinyl clothing and..oh never mind. * CoroLCARS 8,5 =0,5/\ 8,5= 12CDRXO_Lan_Dulac has called: ATTENTION ON DECK 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [19:34] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-63100 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= Sim in progress! ' [19:34] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [19:34] ::attn:: [19:34] ::attn:: [19:34] ::attn:: [19:34] ::attn:: [19:34] ::attention:: [19:34] ::attn:: [19:34] <> [19:34] <> [19:34] ::attnfrown:: [19:34] ::Attention:: [19:34] <> [19:34] M'lord, the crew doth stand assembled. [19:34] ((I wonder who it is that's disturbing him O_O)) [19:34] <> [19:34] Thank you, XO. Welcome, everyone! :) We've got a few very minor personnel details to deal with before we begin. [19:35] Ensign Zuran, front and center! [19:35] ::stands in front [19:35] ::stands very distracted and very sullenly at attention, watching with no attempt to feign interest:: [19:35] yes sir [19:36] ::strides over to stand before the Ensign:: Mr. Zuran, your performance on this ship has been remarkable. [19:36] You've managed to be here for several weeks without breaking anything! [19:36] 8:o [19:36] ::chuckles:: [19:36] Truly a tribute to the Engineering staff aboard such a fine ship, if we had a ship any more, which we don't. [19:36] ::smiles:: [19:36] Do you consider yourself to blame for these events? [19:36] no::hesitently:: [19:37] < [19:37] Well, you should! Exec, chastise this man! [19:37] ::Watches Lan take out a rather ugluy looking Flail of Chastisement:: O_o [19:37] ::chuckles harder:: [19:37] ::steps away, a disgusted look on his face, muttering:: If we had a better Engineering staff, maybe the ship wouldn't have been wrecked, but oh no... [19:37] ::looks for the Coropole copntrols..but sadly we don't have one.. [19:37] He hath not installed a new Coropole m'lord..I am heartbroken. [19:37] I can do that for you if you like, skip ::grins:: [19:38] ::turns:: No new CoroPole! He should be flogged! Whipped! Promoted, even! [19:38] in that order? [19:38] Shall I make ready the rack and the hot irons? [19:38] Or shouldst I save that for the more recreational aspects of the after sim? [19:38] ::shakes his head:: the kid is in for it now... :) [19:39] ::crosses back to Zuran:: Absolutely. Mr. Zuran, it is my pleasure to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant, junior grade, with all the rights and responsibilities of that rank. [19:39] You will submit yourself to the XO for the proper stretching to Lieutenant height. [19:39] ::applauds:: [19:39] ::half smiles:: Congratulations! [19:39] thank you sir [19:39] Ve haf vays of makink you grow, [19:39] ::clappey clap:: [19:39] Herr Zuran... [19:39] <> [19:40] Assume your new rank, Lieutenant Zuran. Lieutenant Tollory, step forward! [19:40] ::nods:: congrats, lieutenant [19:40] ::grins and arches his chin:: [19:40] ::walks forward, perplexed:: Is this about my transfer request? [19:40] ::raises an eyebrow:: hmmm - the doc's up... [19:40] ::sharpens a long skinnin knife..tests its razor sharp blade..hands it to the CO for immediate use. [19:40] <> [19:40] Lieutenant, there will be no transfers until we reach Starbase 247. No, this is about Petty Officer Jennifer Wildman. [19:40] <> [19:40] < [19:40] <> [19:40] O_o [19:41] <> [19:41] Ah. ::nods:: [19:41] I believe you submitted a report regarding Ms. Wildman's fitness to serve in Starfleet? [19:41] <> [19:41] That's correct. [19:41] *** ENen_Zuran is now known as LJen_Zuran [19:41] Would you care to share the details of that report? ::turns:: Mouse! Get up here! [19:41] ::cracks whip:: [19:41] It's part of my job description as acting Ship's Counselor, and as acting Chief Medical Officer. [19:41] ::turns and marches in front of the Captain, coming to a crisp halt:: [19:41] ::wonders if Lan wouldn't be more comfortable in a dominatrix outfit....:: [19:42] ::makes a "get on with it motion":: And what did that report say, Lieutenant? [19:42] Well, she is completely ill equipped to continue doing what she is doing right now, with what she currently has. [19:42] ::wonders if they know whats under my armour after all.....:) [19:42] ((he he he!)) [19:42] ::nods, glaring down at Mouse:: "Completely ill- equipped." Go on. [19:42] I really could only think of one solution, outside of 4 years of training at the Academy ... [19:42] ::is completely blank-faced, Aldur will have to do much more than that to get her to flinch:: [19:42] ::shrugs:: A promotion to ensign. [19:43] ::turns, glaring at Tollory:: A commission? For this mere slip of a girl? [19:43] ::looks on with extreme interest:: [19:43] ::shrugs again:: She'll continue her training here. [19:43] She'll only be an ensign, after all. It's not like she'll be able to boss anyone around. [19:43] Methinks the weight of the insignia wouldst make said crewman unbalanced... [19:43] ::turns back to Mouse, still glaring:: Did you hear that, Petty Officer Wildman? [19:43] yes sir [19:43] Have you ever heard such a ridiculous suggestion in your life? [19:43] no sir [19:43] But ... [19:44] I've been told she turns such promotions down. [19:44] If she should do so again, then I'm afraid the only alternative is a one-way trip to the Academy. [19:44] ::half-smile:: [19:44] ::glances at Tollory:: I see. Humble, would you say? Or just unsure of herself? [19:44] Yes, both. [19:44] Especially the latter. [19:45] ::looks at Mouse and mouths 'sorry' and cringes:: [19:45] ::turns back to Mouse:: Wildman, you will submit yourself for a full workup upon our arrival at Starbase 247. While you are there, you will register yourself as a remote student of Starfleet Academy. [19:45] Do I make myself clear? [19:45] ::is still completely unreadable, an almost horrifying blank expression dominates her features:: [19:45] yes sir [19:46] I expect to see history, science, math, engineering, astrogation, and advanced courses on your schedule, as well as a full physical regimen! Is that clear? [19:46] yes sir [19:46] Fear not Mouse; I shalt allow the 15 minutes away from thy training as a squire to attend to these academy classes. [19:46] thank you milord (( O_o )) [19:46] ::nods:: Very well. ::half-smiles:: Enroll yourself as Acting Ensign Jennifer Wildman, then. Congratulations! [19:46] ::snorts:: More like 15 hours ... [19:46] ::steps back into line with the others:: [19:46] *** ObsRobot (rob@hadesian.demon.co.uk) has left #lol-coronado [19:46] <> [19:46] ::steps back:: Ladies and gentlemen, I have two brief announcements to make. [19:47] ::grins:: [19:47] ::hopes Starfleet dropped the height minimums:: [19:47] ::stands at attention again:: [19:47] ::turns his attention back to the Captain:: [19:47] ::produces a PADD from somewhere and reads:: "By order of Starfleet Command, the following personnel are to be recognized for their heroism, valor, and extreme dedication to the principles upon which Starfleet have been founded..." [19:48] so, not me... [19:48] ::skips down:: A list of everyone here, with the notable exception of Major Wallace... Ah! Here it is. "For such heroism, all members of the U.S.S. Coronado command staff mentioned above are to be awarded the Silver Star for Valor." [19:48] ::nods somberly:: [19:48] ::looks up, smiling:: Congratulations, one and all, from myself and from Admiral Ross! [19:48] One of them posthumously, unfortunately [19:49] ::nods:: of course - way to go guys! no problem SAVING YOUR BUTTS! ;) [19:49] << Wallace gets awarded the backstabber cluster with stars :P >> [19:49] <<"Dauber's star will be tosed into the flaming inferno that remains of that S31 compound.">> [19:49] ::turns to Marshall and nods:: Which brings me to my second announcement. Lieutenant Commander Lynn Dauber has also been so recognized, Silver Star for Valor with Ruby cluster, awarded posthumously. [19:49] There will be a memorial service at 1900 hours in Ten Forward. That is all. [19:49] ((And quite the Purple Heart, i'd hope)) [19:49] Attention on deck! [19:49] ::attn::/nick CRTC_Marshall [19:49] ::attn:: [19:49] ::attn:: [19:49] <> [19:49] ::looks at Wallace, rudely:: You're more than welcome to mine, if it's that important to you. [19:50] ::attn:: [19:50] ::attn:: [19:50] ::attn:: [19:50] ::attn:: [19:50] 12=Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [19:50] 12Stardate 52558.9: "Panache" , Part 1, by Jester. [19:50] 12SUMMARY: Come to terms with the reality of your existence. War's ending. A close look at the consequences. [19:50] 12After taking severe damage in the war, U.S.S. Coronado has been mothballed. The ship's Jaunt drive has been declared illegal and removed, and the Federation Council has passed the Temporal Prime Directive, rendering all time travel methods and technology illegal as well. This includes the Section 31 Jaunt transporter, and a daring plan was hatched by Aldur and Starfleet to eliminate it. [19:50] 12The plan was successful, and the Jaunt transporter has been eliminated. A primary Section 31 base has been destroyed, and it is likely that the organization will go back into hiding. The Coro's crew are aboard the Norway class U.S.S. Panache, en route for Starbase 247 for reassignment to other ships. Captain Aldur, in particular, has requested a transfer to Starfleet Exploration. [19:50] 12In the meantime, the crew must come to terms with what has happened: their ship has been all but destroyed, Lieutenant Commander Dauber was killed, and though the war is over, it is clear that all is not well with the galaxy. There are still races and people out there that would seek to undermine the cooperation founded across the major starfaring races, in addition to corruption in Starfleet itself... [19:50] ack [19:50] ackety ack! Dont' talk back [19:50] ack [19:50] ack [19:50] ack [19:51] ack [19:51] Yea verily [19:51] ack [19:51] axk [19:51] We're picking things up about a week after the events of last week's sim. Panache is en route to 247, and three ships have rendezvoused with her in the last week, transferring personnel also en route to SB 247. [19:51] okay ^_^ [19:52] We're expected to rendezvous with another ship today, the U.S.S. Swiftsure, for the same purpose. Then no more stops until we hit 247, next week. [19:52] Class, sir? [19:52] what are we all doing, all at work on the bridge? [19:52] DUN-duh-DUNNNNNNN [19:52] Sabre. [19:52] ::nods:: [19:52] <> [19:52] Everyone here is off duty unless you specifically choose to be on. [19:52] okay ^_^ [19:52] I'm way off duty! :) [19:52] hehehe [19:52] no argument here [19:52] let's go, then [19:52] he he he! You're so off duty you're .. uhm... well, you're off duty permanently [19:52] Santi, if you want to play someone boarding Panache from Swiftsure or another of the ships, you're welcome to. [19:52] ... yeah [19:53] okeedoke. [19:53] *** Dead_Dauber is now known as Instructor_Selby [19:53] Any other questions? [19:53] or maybe "Ins" ? [19:53] no sah [19:53] Ins would be better. We can't see your name. ;) [19:53] *** Instructor_Selby is now known as Ins_Selby [19:53] There we go. [19:54] * FCCO_Aldur 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [19:54] What's the halflife of carbon12? [19:54] 234 million years. [19:54] give or take a millenia [19:54] ::sits in a chair in his quarters, an empty bottle of what used to be an amber liquid on the lamp table beside him, and a PADD detailing the events which ocurred while he disappeared in his hand, specifically just who Torial Nel was....:: [19:54] ::yawns:: [19:54] ::is in the small holodeck, hard at work on her swordplay. An odd thing that play would be so difficult:: [19:55] <> [19:55] ::walks down the corridor and into the lounge:: [19:55] ::paces the bridge, his face lined with concern, deep in thought. [19:55] ::carries his fencing gear down the corridor towards the holodeck:: [19:55] ::sits in Dauber's office, collecting her belongings and placing them in storage boxes to send to her next of kin:: [19:55] ::sits at the helm of the Panache flying her toward the starbase:: [19:56] ::enters the main crew lounge, dressed in a SF uniform shirt and pants, but no jacket:: [19:56] ::approaches the holodeck:: computer, is she in there? [19:56] ::goes darker and darker as he reads the PADD, feeling a growing hatred for the woman whom he will never be able to hurt in return:: [19:56] ::smashes through the defences of her assailant and rends him cleanly in two. The hologram disappears in a shower of spaks and static:: [19:56] ::thinks about all that has happened and wonders what lies ahead for them:: [19:56] ::sits at a vaccant table, drink in hand:: [19:56] ::walks over to Monique:: [19:56] ::immediately a new opponent appears and gets to work; Mouse barely has time to recover before it is upon her:: [19:56] ::notes Sirius and nods at him, then crosses to the bar:: [19:56] ::orders a drink out of the replicator:: [19:56] COMPUTER> Affirmative; however, you have been denied access [19:57] :;scratches his head:: well, override her codes - isn't my security clearance higher? [19:57] ::lets out a cry of anger and throws the PADD across the room, watching it shatter against the wall before leaning forward and putting his head in his hands, shuddering slightly:: [19:58] i see thou dost partake of soem final oportunities to stand duty. Shalt be most unusual to no longer be a member of such a valiant crew. Thou new duties doth lie ahead, I doth note some pangs of regret. [19:58] ::sits down in a chair and begins reading a book:: [19:58] 12=.\ction= Panache moves at warp 7 toward Starbase 247. Rendezvous with the Swiftsure in 7 minutes, then Starbase 247 a little over a week past that... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:58] COMPUTER> Negative, all security codes for Major Dev Wallace have been nullified until further notice. [19:58] ::grumbles:: on whose authority? [19:58] ::takes a glass of wine from the bartender then turns and heads for Sirius' table:: [19:58] ::looks up at Lan and smiles warmly at him, glad to have him so close to her:: Yes, me too.....flying is what makes me calm....I do not know how I will live without a ship to fly Lan [19:59] ::Anna Toshkent approaches the office quietly, and knocks on the transparent glass, causing Tollory to look up:: [19:59] COMPUTER> By joint order of Fleet Captain Brian Aldur and Vice Admiral James Ross. [19:59] ::half-smiles down at Sirius:: Mind if I join you, Commander? [19:59] ::looks up:: Not at all [19:59] ::sits in that position for a long time, the shuddering coming and going as he attempts to deal with the thoughts and emotions raging within him:: [19:59] ::The hologram cannot last long, however; Mouse overwhelms it with speed. It shimmers away as the other one before it and is not replaced by a new one:: [19:59] ::grumbles and hauls his gear with him back to the TL:: Crew Lounge [20:00] Computer> Simulation Complete. New High Score. [20:00] Toshkent> I couldn't find any information on any relatives Dr. Dauber might have here. I'm afraid I don't know who her next of kin would be, of course other than ... ::makes a motion:: [20:00] ::nods and sits, setting his wine glass on the table:: I understand congratulations are in order. [20:00] << Fast Fact: Admiral Ross' real first name is actually Bill :P >> [20:00] For? ::quiestioning look:: [20:00] ::looks up at Toshkent, then nods:: I know. Thank you, Lieutenant, I'll take care of it. [20:00] Well m'lady, if at times thou dost feel the need, thou mayes have the pick of a fleet. No ship wouldst decline the honor of having their soverign Queen stand at the vessels helm, m'lady. [20:00] ::sits with a Somerian Sunset, looking out a viewport at the passing stars, alone, unmoving in the crew lounge of the Panahce:: [20:00] <> [20:00] <> [20:01] ::glances at Sirius askance:: I understand that you've been offered another command. [20:01] <<::grins:: I guessed. It was before they said his name on screen. ;)>> [20:01] Toshkent> There's still some unfinished work that Dauber needed to get to. Starfleet Medical has become rather insistant -- ::is cut off by Tollory:: [20:01] ::smiles at Lan:: I may just have to take you up on that Lan [20:01] ::enters the main crew lounge and spots Aldur:: Captain! [20:01] ::Grabs a towel and turns for the holodeck doors, which appear as the simulation ends. She steps out into the corridor and down the hall:: [20:01] ::blinks:: Spying on me, eh sir? [20:01] I am looking forward to becoming Mrs. Lan DuLac ::grins at him:: [20:01] ::approaches Aldur and Sirius:: [20:02] ::takes a very casual sip of wine, then smiles slightly:: Of course. [20:02] I'm not here to do work. I don't care if I am the Acting Chief Medical Officer or not. Do it yourself. ::gets up with the two medium boxes and exits Sick Bay:: [20:02] ::turns casually to regard Wallace:: Why hello, Major. What can I do for you? [20:02] Maybe a honeymoon on risa before going back to Camelyn ::looks at Lan hopefully:: [20:02] ::walks down the corridor with his cargo towards crew quarters:: [20:02] ::throws down his now-useless fencing gear:: mind if I join you, sirs? [20:03] ::stands and pulls out one of his sidearms, aiming quickly and blasting the PADD remains on the floor into vapour:: [20:03] ::enters her temporary quarters and is rewarded by beeps and whistles from her faithful droid. She talks ot it in Corellian as she heads for the showers:: [20:03] Well, in truth thine Title shalt be "Her Royal Majesty, The Queen of Camelyn, Duchess of...."; well, thine formal title shalt be of soem length.::smiles slightly:: [20:03] ::glances at the sword, then seems to dismiss it:: By all means, Major. [20:03] I don't get it captain....Why in the hell would starfleet give me a command? [20:03] ::grabs a chair and flips it around backwards, sitting down near them:: excellent, sir - now, I have a question, if it's not too much trouble... [20:03] ::smiles at Lan:: Whatever the title is will be fine with me Lan as long as I am with you [20:03] ::breathes heavily for a moment, then turns the pistol sideways to stare at it intently, as if contemplating something:: [20:03] ::arrives at Marshall's quarters, and after taking a deep breath, pushes the door chime:: [20:04] ::blinks at the sound, and looks up from the gun at the door, then quickly composes himself and reholsters the weapon, moving over and hitting the admit button:: [20:04] ::turns back to talk to Sirius, seemingly dismissing Wallace:: Lack of qualified personnel would be my guess... ::half-smiles again:: [20:04] ::looks at Sirius:: a command? congratulations, Commander [20:05] I haven't accepted it yet, najor [20:05] ::hears her console beep and looks down at it:: Lan, the USS Swiftsure is on shoirt range sensors.....their eta is under 2 minutes [20:05] ::flinches slightly at Marshall's appearance, then indicates the boxes:: Commander, I believe these are yours. [20:05] Thous shalt be by mine side tille the end of days m'lady. I cannot say all those days shalt be pleasant; for thou hast yet to know the duties of thestation; indeed, thou mayest have soem cause upon some day to have words with me over it. [20:05] ::nods and looks at Sirius... ummmm... seriously:: But you're going to, Commander. [20:05] ::is seen walking down the hall a few moments later wearing the talbert which Lan gave her several months ago and carrying stacks of books and padds in her arms. She heads to the crew lounge where so many others seem to be collecting:: [20:05] ::blinks:: Mine? ::grabs them and takes them inside his quarters, leaving the door open as he moves and sets them down on the very chair he was sitting in a few moments ago:: [20:05] Very Well:: Orders standard hails to be sent, and rendevous to be coordinated:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:05] ::shrugs:: I would, were I in your shoes, sir; it would at least give me an idea of what my future would hold.... [20:06] I'm going to? [20:06] ::glances at Aldur:: [20:06] ::still standing outside Marshall's quarters:: They're Lynn's belongings. She dosen't really have any next of kin. [20:06] ::smiles at Lan warmly:: [20:06] ::half-shrug, half expression of frustration:: I didn't know what else to do with them. [20:06] ::begins to open the top box and then freezes, whipping his hands away from them as if they were filled with live cobras:: [20:06] ::looks around the Transporter Room:: Thank you, ensign. [20:06] ::waits till the last minute and then drops out of warp to impulse power:: [20:06] 12=.\ction= The Coronado's warp engines disengage, and the frigate drops to impulse power. [20:06] ::continues watching Sirius:: Yes, Commander, you're going to. You've been serving on Coro for how many years now? It's time for you to step up to your responsibilities, Commander. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:07] 12=.\ction= Swiftsure matches the Panache's manuever and drops to impulse nearby. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:07] ::walks into the corridor and toward a turbolift stop:: [20:07] 12=.\ction= +com+ Swiftsure to Panache. Ready for personnel transfer on your mark. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:07] ::sighs and turns to order a drink:: [20:07] ::sees Marshall's reaction, but doesn't say anything:: [20:07] Maybe I don't want those responsibilities [20:07] We are at impulse power now Cmdr DuLac and will slow to a stop in 45 seconds sir [20:07] ::enters the Crew Lounge and finds a solitary table. she dumps her work onto the table with a skittering plastic-on-plastic sound and sits:: [20:07] ::turns and notes the direction of the conversation between the Captain, Sirius and Wallace, agreeing with the Captain's assessment:: [20:07] ::closes his eyes for a moment and lets out a long, slow breath, then clears his throat:: Thank you doctor....::eyes the boxes for a moment and then manages to pick them up and relocate them to another section of the room, straightening with a slight shudder:: [20:07] +com+ Well met Swiftsure. Thou doth have mine consent to proceed. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:07] ::hastily:: Well ... that's all. I'll talk to you later. [20:08] ::turns and begins to walk down the corridor:: [20:08] ::gets his drink - club soda - and begins to sip on it:: [20:08] ::slows to a stop and waits further orders from Lan:: [20:08] ::heaves a silent sigh and begins studying the first padd on the stack with blank eyes:: [20:08] ::remats and looks around the Transporter Room:: Thank you, ensign. [20:08] ::nods, staring at the boxes intently, his hand going to his holster again:: Later..... [20:08] ::leans forward:: Commander, I'm not sure you understand the gravity of Starfleet's situation. Almost 200,000 Starfleet personnel have died in this war. [20:08] ::walks into the corridor and toward a turbolift stop, entering a turbolift:: [20:08] ::whispers softly:: Yeah....later.... [20:08] ::leaves his quarters and heads towards the crew lounge:: [20:08] Main lounge, please. [20:08] 12=.\ction= Starfleet personnel en route to SB 247 begin arriving in the Panache's transporter rooms. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:09] ::stands to move away from the two:: well, I can see that I'm not going to be paid any mind here... [20:09] ::unmoved:: Your point? [20:09] M'lady, match course and speed. ::orders Operation to conduct standard scans of arriving personnel:: [20:09] ::slips his weapon out again and moves to sit down on the edge of his bed, staring at it again:: [20:09] ::enters crew lounge and sits down at the bar:: [20:09] ::stops, suddenly realizing that he is truly interested in the course of the conversation:: [20:09] There are 12,400 major ships left. All of them have to have at least one officer of Commander's rank or above. [20:10] ::leans back slowly, making sure he has Sirius' attention:: There aren't enough Commanders left in Starfleet for any ship to have more than one. [20:10] ::exits TL and walks to the doors of the lounge, looking around:: [20:10] ::matches course and speed with the other ship as the transport the personnel over:: [20:10] ::realization suddenly hits:: [20:10] Toshkent> +taps+ Toshkent to Commander Marshall ... will you report to Sick Bay please? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:10] What about Lan? He's more qualified than I am...Why didn't they offer him a command? [20:10] *** LCSI-Narque (nephy@nm88.ils.net) has joined #lol-coronado [20:10] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v LCSI-Narque [20:10] 12Computer recognizes LCSI-Narque. Authorization codes enabled. [20:10] Ready or not, whether you want the responsibility or not... ::leans forward, pointing:: You're going to have to step up to that. [20:10] ::suddenly throws the weapon down, and pulls the other out to throw onto the floor as well, standing quickly and leaving the bedroom to enter the main room again as the comm chrips:: [20:11] ::nods:: They did. Lehman, too. They both turned them down. They're retiring. [20:11] ::rubs her eyes and watches the padd generate a small holographic chart displaying various sorts of quantum signatures and their correlation to Planck-length distortions [20:11] ::takes a sip of his wine:: I imagine you can guess why. [20:11] ::orders a drink:: [20:11] ::looks at the door to the hallway anxiously, not having left his quarters for several days:: +taps+ Marshall he ::voice breaks briefly, and he clears his throat:: Marshall here. What can I do for you, Doctor? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:12] ::eyes go wide and face goes pale as things begin to fall into place:: [20:12] 12=.\ction= +com+ Swiftsure to Panache. Transfer complete. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:12] ::gets up and moves to the table Sirius and Aldur are seated at, waiting for a sufficient pause in the conversation to ask if he might be seated with them:: [20:12] ::sees the young Mouse and the large amount of PADDs surrounding her and comes to his own conclusion:: [20:12] Toshkent> +taps+Commander, I need you to report to Sick Bay at once. I'll explain once you get here. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:12] ::continues to eye the door warily:: +taps+ Doctor, I'd really rather......::closes his eyes:: I'm on my way... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:13] *** LCSI_Narque has quit IRC (Connection timed out ) [20:13] +com+ We doth acknowledge the transfer. May fate be with thee on thy travels Swiftsure, and my best wishes unto thee. Coronado out. [20:13] Even if I did want the command....Chances are I'd get everyone killed within a week...I saw this sarcastically now, but there's truth behind it [20:13] ::walks over to Mouse:: Studying for the entrance exams, Miss? ::smiles paternally:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:13] 12=.\ction= +com+ "And yours as well, Panache. Swiftsure out." Swiftsure then turns cleanly on one axis and accelerates to warp. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:13] ::walks back into Sick Bay and goes into the office once again, sitting at the desk after ordering a glass of synthale:: [20:13] ::steps up to the door and hits the open button, eyeing the hallway for a minute before running his hands over his face and through his hair in an attempt to clean up his appearance before heading for the turbolift:: [20:13] ::looks up wearily, wearing a very disturbingly blank expression:: Partially, ma'am. [20:13] <> [20:13] ::nods:: Then you're going to find yourself on a Starbase, running a design team at Utopia Planitia, or teaching at the Academy. [20:14] ((Whoops! Sir it is then)) [20:14] <> [20:14] ::looks somewhat grim:: Starfleet won't be taking no for an answer any more. I don't think you understand this yet, but you will. [20:14] ::whispers to himself:: I've been so damn selfish, only really lookin' out for myself... [20:14] ::enters the TL and leans against the bulkhead for a moment before speaking:: Sickbay [20:14] ::gets ready to go back to warp 7 and then waits for the command to engage:: [20:14] ::looks up at Narque and smiles:: Hello, Mr. Narque. Please join us. [20:14] Ready to go back to warp on your say Cmdr DuLac [20:15] ::nods to narque:: [20:15] ::sips casually at his somerian sunset, and nods before saying:: Thank you, Captain. [20:15] ::pauses:: Set thy course m'lady, warp factor 6. Let us not fail to savor these last few moments. Engage. [20:15] ::continues whispering:: ...and now the crew is breaking up and I don't know a damn one of them too well... [20:15] ::nods to Sirius as he sits:: I'm sorry to interrupt, I just found this tangent of conversation particularly pertinent to my recent trains of thought. [20:15] Partially? What else is there? ::moves to sit down:: Oh, how rude of me. May I sit? [20:15] Sir, I wouldn't be caught dead doing any of those things [20:15] ::exits the turbolift and heads for sickbay:: [20:15] yes sir ::clears out a few padds:: [20:16] ::sits back down with Aldur, Sirius, and now Narque:: [20:16] Thank you. ::sits across the table:: [20:16] ::smiles at Lan:: Yes sir ::resets to warp 6:: [20:16] ::takes another sip of wine, then shrugs slightly:: Then you can resign, I suppose. [20:16] Toshkent> ::stands in Sick Bay twiddling her thumbs waiting for Marshall to arrive:: [20:16] ::engages warp 6:: [20:16] 12=.\ction= The Coronado's enginges engage, and the frigate flashes to warp! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:16] Whatever it is, it's nice to see someone so dedicated. [20:16] ::enters, not looking the happiest man:: [20:16] thank you sir. [20:16] ::sees Marshall:: [20:16] *** Aurie (aurie@bti5800-1-p1208.btigate.com) has joined #lol- coronado [20:16] So I'm to understand that starfleet would rather see me resign than serve on a starship? [20:16] <> [20:16] Toshkent> ::stands up:: Oh. Hello, Commander. If you'll come with me ... ::heads towards Dauber's old office:: [20:17] *** Garstini (garstini@phn-az20-37.ix.netcom.com) has joined #LOL-Coronado [20:17] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +o Garstini [20:17] 12Computer recognizes Garstini. Authorization and command codes enabled. [20:17] 12Garstini = Major Alex Twain, Marine Commandant, On Leave. [20:17] ::taps on the helm console making sure the coordinates are set:: [20:17] *** Garstini sets mode: -o Garstini [20:17] *** Garstini is now known as ObsGarstini [20:17] ::watches Toshkent head towards Lynns office and closes his eyes, gathering enough self control to follow:: [20:17] ::strides after her:: [20:17] ::sees Mouse:: [20:17] To be more specific, they'd rather see an Ensign or someone like Zuran in the job, ready to do it then move on. Starfleet needs leaders now. Not followers. [20:17] ::glances up at Narque:: You had something to add, Lieutenant? [20:17] ::sees everyone really for the first time:: [20:17] ::enters the office and looks at Tollory:: Counselor, someone's here to see you. ::moves aside to reveal Marshall:: [20:18] << oops that one was Toshkent >> [20:18] Yes sir... [20:18] "Clean Sweep, part 1" - acknowledge when read [20:18] The Hekkran corridor, a trip down memory lane.... [20:18] Over the past month or so, the few trading vessels which have access to the Hekkran corridor, a warp "highway" where warp factors produce greater relative speeds have been harrassed, and almost destroyed by a Galor-class destroyer. [20:18] The Destroyer, apparently damaged from the recent climatic WEC/Dominion battle, seems to have lost its way home and just begun attacking everybody they can find. [20:18]