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1. [USS CALPSO] Minus two and counting!
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 03:10:09 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS CALPSO] Minus two and counting!
MD 3:1300
"Who counsels the Counselor?"
Goodness, how many times had she been asked that question, or more
importantly asked it of herself? The answer even know remained a
mystery to her. With a weary sigh Georgi leaned her chin on one hand,
her thoughts beginning to wander as she watched the senior officer
walk away. It was definitely a nice view that was for sure. Lorn
Mitchell definitely had a nice behind, and the way he carried himself
was, well, real nice. Kinda sexy like, not that he was probably aware
of it, but it was most definitely there.
Watching as the XO and the Ops Officer left the lounge Georgi covered
her mouth to hold back a yawn and pursing her lips gazed down into the
glass of amber liquid. Regardless of her own feelings her job was to
help people feel better and right now she was feeling pretty useless
and quite tired. The Captain was most definitely out of sorts over the
loss of an officer and so was the rest of the crew, especially the
Engineering department. Even though most of them were from the old
ship, they had taken to Van like bees to honey and had settled right
in.
Leaning as she was, her eyelids grew heavy. They had been on the go it
seemed like forever and what she really needed was sleep. A little
sigh escaped and Georgi rose forcing that sunny smile she was so well
known for and headed for her quarters.
MD 4:0700
The senior staff was assembled in the briefing room when the Captain
walked in and all rose until he motioned for them to sit, seating
himself at the head of the oblong conference table. Maybe he should
rearrange this somehow, he really hated having his back to the stars,
but then it was preferable to having his back to the door.
Leaning back in his chair Brant methodically stroked his close cropped
beard his eyes taking in each person at the table. There was a faint
flicker in the grayish-amber gaze when they passed over Petty Officer
Kendrell, Van's replacement for the moment. "Is there anything new to
report?"
{NRPG: If anyone wants to add anything feel free}
After the staff had finished Brant took a deep breath and exhaled
slowly, "I've informed Starfleet of our situation. Suffice it to say I
didn't like including the fact that I had already 'lost' a crewmember.
I might as well have told them that I'd lost the ship at this point!
I'm still not convinced that Van could have disappeared without a
trace! If you come across anything at all that might give us a clue I
want to be notified immediately!"
Heads nodded around the table.
"Ok then, lets get down to business! A priority one message has come
in from Starfleet. Seems we're going to have company waiting on the
other side of the border. The Romulan's are denying any knowledge of
the attacks on the starbase of course! With relations as tenuous as
they are, it's surprising, but they are offering to 'help' with our
rescue, or should I say investigation.
Starfleet wants this kept as low key as possible and to get any
survivors out hopefully without incident. We're also been ordered to
see if we can find out what is going on. There has been similar
attacks on some of the other bases along the border all of which the
Romulan's are denying any participation, and Starfleet wants some
answers either way." His fingers ran over a small console and a star
map came up on the view screen inset into the wall.
"Located somewhat centrally between Iconia and Gamma Hydrae you'll
notice that Starbase 10 sits practically on top of the neutral zone.
For the last decade or so for the most part it's been manned by
scientists and been pretty quiet until recently.. Their main defense
is a small contingent of marines stationed there with regularly
scheduled stops by some of our science vessels.
"Starfleet starting receiving reports about civilian cargo ships being
attacked in the surrounding area a few months ago.. Some of the other
bases along the border have also come under attack. They are getting
mixed reports as to who the aggressors really are, this could be the
reason for our 'watchdogs' plus we'll be just a little too close for
their comfort I'm sure. Before communications were cut off
headquarters did receive a report that there has been some activity on
Iconia. Now, it could simply be an archeological team, or possibly
some unauthorized artifact 'collectors'. Whatever the case may be
Headquarters is under the impression that this might have something to
do with the most attacks on the bases!" Brant paused for a brief
moment before continuing. "Our job is to go in, secure the area, lend
any assistance and find out what's going on.
Mostly scientists have manned the starbase for the last decade or so.
The population of the base ranges approximately 60-80 at any given
time, which includes both the civilians and Starfleet personnel.
Sajin, I want you to check the personnel roster and find out whom
we'll be dealing with, I'm sure it's changed since I was last there,
and also bone up on the Iconian culture. It might come in handy. The
Iconians abandoned the planet a couple hundred thousand years ago and
their artifacts and technology are highly prized, not that there's
much left as far as I know. The Iconian technology however, has been a
bone of contention since the Yamato was destroyed by it back in 2365."
Turning to the rest of the staff,. "Unfortunately, the planet lies
inside the neutral zone so this could be a sticky situation all
around. The occupants of the base is our first priority, we'll sort
out the rest after that's accomplished."
"Lieutenant Freda, you look as if you have something on your mind?"
The Ship Commander asked noting the expression on her face.
The Cheron looked up meeting Brant's questioning gaze, "The Demons of
Air and Darkness!"
He raised a questioning brow and she added, "That's what the Iconians
were called, Sir!"
"Friends of yours?" The Captain replied with the hint of a smile. A
Cheron, in a sense was ageless and after reading her file he wouldn't
put anything past the woman. It was Freda's turn to raise a brow when
he added, "Lieutenant, work with Ensign Conner, any information you
might have for him could be of value. If someone other then the
Romulan's are interested in the planet, or even the base, we need to
know why."
Turning to the Ops Officer, "Barring anymore 'incidents, we should be
there in less then two hours. Louie, I want you to make sure that
everything is up to snuff. The last message Starfleet received from
them was quite garbled. We as yet ,have been unable to raise the base
from here, either. We have no idea what we are going into. But with
Romulan's only a few light years across the neutral zone, I want to be
sure we're ready for anything!"
"Yessir!" Coltrane snapped off instantly tapping on his padd.
"Number One, I want you to have an away team ready to beam over to the
base. Doctor you go along, we don't know the extent of any injuries,
so have a medical team standing by.
"If there are no questions you're dismissed!"
{Tag: Any Questions?}
[..] 0730
As the officers filed out the XO hung back waiting until he and the
Captain were alone.
"Captain, we'll do everything we can to search for Lt. Ortiz!" Lorn
answered quietly. "If there's anything at all, we'll find it."
Brant nodded, "I know, this is a good crew. But losing a Senior
Officer so soon out is hard on morale! Trust me, I've read the reports
on the previous Caly and heard the rumors that she was jinxed, I just
don't want it spreading to the 'new one!"
"Don't worry Captain, I'll talk care of it Sir!" The First Officer
answered before excusing himself.
NRPG: Ok gang almost there, I've left this open more or less as to
what we will find there and the condition of the occupants and the
various races of the station, so please feel free to use your
imagination. (Within reason of course *grin*)
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Captain Brant Reed and
Counselor Georgi MacKendle
****Summary***
MD 3:1300
* Georgi admires the XO then decides to hit the sack
MD 4:0700
* The senior staff is assembled and briefed, tasks assigned and then
Brant dismisses them
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