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Post by aoibheni on Jun 29, 2020 13:51:07 GMT
I love her already
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Post by aoibheni on Jun 30, 2020 14:21:12 GMT
(image pending) T'ali
“There is an uncomfortable incongruity,” she explained further, her companion’s eyes already glassing over, “between humanity’s embracing of science and logic and their dogged reluctance to let go of superstition. One may ask, and indeed, many have, what it was that compelled me to leave the room moments prior to the lab losing structural integrity with the loss of all within. And the force that compelled me thus is the same at present as it was moments before the explosion;”
“Namely, the reagent I was using as part of my multi-spectral analysis of a corrosive substance on the outer hull had expired and I was required to fetch a fresh batch.”
T’ali blinked.
“I have heard some humans call this ‘Luck’. One may speculate that the reagent expiration date is not the innocuous element it appears. Perhaps, it could be argued, that had the manufacturer issued its expiration date three or four seconds later I’d be among the inert, or perhaps it could be said that had my schooling not instilled in me a strict sense of scientific rigor I might have delayed my exit by several minutes. Had I been even more lax in my duties I may even have delayed the replacing of the expired reagent until the commencement of my next shift.”
“Was the hand of fate - or ‘luck’ as Lt Hadley would have it - at play in any of these elements? It is doubtful, though as a scientist it is my solemn duty to consider every facet of the question at hand.”
“My conclusion is therefore thus: Until further test groups with similar criteria can be established, studied and thoroughly analysed, there is no way to be sure.”
She paused, waiting for her companion to acknowledge her joke. He did not. He stared at her with a wobbly mix of boredom and horror.
She waited, then chose to explain the joke. “The irony is that simply by setting up an experiment to test this theory, the theory itself becomes invalid. “Was the hand of fate responsible?” is a question we will never be capable of answering in a scientifically pure manner, and therefore we will never be able to answer at all.”
She sipped her plomeek soup in silent contemplation. Perhaps, she mused, it was too soon for jokes.
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Post by Einar on Jun 30, 2020 16:29:34 GMT
brilliant! oh how I have missed that mind of hers
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Post by pscotty90 on Jul 5, 2020 2:06:57 GMT
Aktin Derva Damage Report Pieces of debris could still be seen floating in all directions from the windows of Derva’s makeshift office. The Kera had moved off to a safer distance from the station in case there were any secondary explosions or additional bombs found.
The Orbital Outpost had been lucky that the blast was mostly pointed away from the facility. Even after it had been abandoned the station had been left with limited, solar driven, deflectors in case of light impacts from space debris, but they were not powerful enough to keep out some of the larger pieces from the blast. Some had still struck the lower levels, leaving some additional work for the engineering teams at some point.
Derva didn’t need his team distracted so had taken a few minutes to rearrange his furniture so that the bench he had been using as a desk and his chair were pointed towards the window, forcing his people to face away from it during their meeting. There were five of them in total, including the Commander himself. The first of the strategic and tactical officers that had been assigned to Starbase 11 to make sure they were still supplied with prime intelligence and prepare the station for combat should relations with the Bok’Nor pact heat up while the renovations were still in progress. Not that there was very much they could do should the worst occur. The explosion aboard the Kera highlighted that fact all the more.
“I realise this has been a difficult morning for all of us, so I’ll do my best to keep this brief,” Derva said to the four other officers as they assembled in front of him.
“Let’s start with the situation on the Kera. Lieutenant Lukana?”
The Saurian cleared her throat with an odd popping sound and spoke with a voice that sounded cracked and hoarse even for a member of her race. “The current situation aboard her seems to be stable for now. They are continuing to maintain distance in case of further detonations however.”
“Have they found any sign of further devices?” Derva asked.
“Not as of yet, but it’s a big ship.”
Derva nodded and took a moment to take a sip of whatever was in his cup that was pretending to be tea. “Keep up to date, Lukana. The Kera is your focus for today,” he added, prompting a head tilt from her, “Lieutenant Xu, any activity that might indicate any of the Bok’Nor powers or TF might be taking advantage of the situation?”
Xu was his most experienced officer, with a good ten years of duty under his belt. Out of all of them he seemed the most composed. Derva hadn’t selected a deputy for Strat-Ops yet but Xu was high on the list.
“It doesn’t appear so as of yet, but as the original intent of the bomb seems to have been to destroy or heavily damage the station as well there is a fair bet that they were not intending a direct confrontation here. Assuming either of them were responsible for the explosion,” the Lieutenant said calmly.
Derva knew that Xu had served with Captain Vallier so he was impressed that the Lieutenant still seemed to be focused on his work, but he made a note in his mind to speak to him one on one when he got a moment.
He took another sip of tea and turned his attention to the two figures at the back of the room. Chief Varis, the Vulcan Petty Officer who like all of her kind appeared unflappably serene even in the most dire of circumstances, and Ensign Kenis Lu, the youngest of the Strat team and only a year out of the Academy. The Ensign was Bajoran like himself and seemed visibly shaken. His red eyes gave a clear indication that he had been crying recently.
“Ensign, Chief,” he began, ignoring the Ensign’s discomfort for now, “I need you both to work on getting sidearm lockers installed everywhere habitable and please impress upon the Engineering teams that we need internal sensors sooner rather than later.”
“If I might suggest, Commander,” Chief Varis interjected, “Securing the station would be much easier with security teams from the Kera.”
“That is a conversation I will be having with Commander Cao later today but I think we can all understand that there may be no teams to spare for us at this moment. Make do with what we have, Chief. I’d check which members of the SCE team have prior security experience or training and use them as best you can but keep in mind they still have their own jobs to do and we are on a timetable here.”
He downed the rest of his tea and held back a feeling of revulsion as the bitterness hit the back of his throat. He stood up and addressed his whole team, as limited as it was.
“We were already doing a hard job and this is going to make it harder. I know some of you in this room know people aboard the Kera. I want to thank you for continuing your work to the standard I know you’re capable of. If any of you need to speak privately I will make myself available to you.” He looked each of them in the eye, lingering on Ensign Kenis for a moment, “Attend to your duties. Dismissed.”
He gathered together a few files on a PADD that he wanted to take to OPS to work on while the rest of the team quietly shuffled out of the room. He wasn’t surprised when Kenis lingered by the door behind the others, though he seemed to be reluctant to speak. Ensigns usually felt uncomfortable coming to their superiors with their feelings, as Derva remembered well. They tended to feel like they needed to keep a stiff upper lip and get on with the job like the Commanders or Captains above them.
“Ensign?” Derva said without looking over and making sure he’d catch the young man’s eye as he turned back around, “Did you know anyone aboard the Kera?”
“N-no sir,” he stammered, “That is to say, I got to know some of the crew on the trip from Sol, but they’re apparently all fine. It’s just… This is the first time I’ve seen it… The bodies out there when the hull breached.”
Derva had always struggled to relate with this part of the job. In all honesty, he was relieved that a young Bajoran could face him with tears in his eyes and admit to never having seen death before. His own generation could never say the same. The first time he’d seen a dead body was when he was six years old. By the time he was nine he didn’t feel anything around the dead anymore and that didn’t count his life in Starfleet which saw its own share of body counts. He almost envied Kenis. But it meant that in these situations all he really had left to say were cold platitudes, and he knew he should be able to feel more.
“It’s always hard Ensign,” he said, “But we carry on. Focus on your duties. Remember your training. It’ll see you through.” He added a small smile and the Ensign returned it and nodded, but Derva knew what he said wasn’t enough. He just didn’t know what else to say.
Kenis exited the room, and despite his distress over the situation Derva had no doubt that the boy would do his duty. Derva didn’t know any of the four all that well. He had been given their records on the trip over to M-11 and was allowed a brief meet and greet on the trip aboard the Kera but they had not had enough time to get to know each other properly yet. They all seemed like good, dedicated people who had worked hard to get a good tactical posting, but what they were being asked to do may just be beyond them.
He made his way out of his office and down the hall to the Operations room. What would eventually be the main command centre of the station was still a hub of outdated consoles with exposed bulkheads showing ODN relays and energy shunts. Nevertheless Derva always felt like he needed a wider space than his office to get any work done so he settled down at one of the few functioning consoles and made use of the redundant LCARS system to open up his files and start getting to work looking through Fleet Posture reports and equipment requisition forms. He was new to Starbase 11 but he had been doing this exact same job for ten years now. He could do it in his sleep. He’d seen his own share of bomb scares, pirate attacks and border skirmishes. He looked around the room and saw the Engineers hard at work but with the weight of those lives from the Kera and the fear of another attack on their shoulders. He saw it on their faces as keenly as it was on Ensign Kenis’. But he couldn’t help but think about how, to him, this felt like any other day.
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Kae
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Post by Kae on Jul 5, 2020 4:25:05 GMT
Sarissa t'Kaveth
Picking Up the Pieces
Sarissa was hardly a stranger to emergency medicine, she'd started her career on a starship off with an emergency craniotomy. That being said, it didn't exactly make this any easier. Piecing back together several crewmen who had been injured in the blast, signing death certificates for those who couldn't be saved... it got tiring after a while. She had thought that with the war done, this... this violence would be done.
"Hey, Doc."
The familiar voice of Nurse Gary Williams startled her out of her thoughts, and she turned.
"Gary?"
"Got a few more post-op reports. It looks like everyone left is going to make it, but I can't guarantee if they'll return to work. Lorella is threatening to mutiny, by the way."
One of the things Sarissa was most grateful for was that she had gotten to take her team to this posting. Gary Williams was a frightfully intelligent man who lacked all bedside manner, but Lorella Kelly made up for that in spades. She didn't honestly know where she'd be without them.
"Tell her I'll give her tomorrow off. Who else would soothe the worried patients if we didn't have her?"
"Sure as hell wouldn't be me," Gary drawled in that peculiar accent of his, "Then again, I never figured someone would put a bomb on a starship like that, but you know."
Sarissa looked around, making sure nobody was near and then sighed, "Honestly, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. This violence will never end, not so long as someone is around to carry it out... I just wish they'd all go the hell away."
"That's dark, Doc."
"Don't tell me you weren't thinking the same thing."
"Oh, I was, but you're usually the sunshiney optimist."
"I've been doing battlefield medicine this past year and some change, I don't think I consider myself much of an optimist anymore."
Gary chuckled, "You've finally joined us. Loret and I had bets."
"Call him up and tell him you won, then."
"What makes you think I bet against you?"
Sarissa just gave him The Look, "I've met you. How much did you win?"
"Half a crate of his next shipment of jumja sticks."
"Because you bet against me, you're giving me some."
"He got you hooked, too, huh?"
"Hush."
Gary laughed as he left and Sarissa wondered again what she would do if it weren't for him and Lorella. She likely wouldn't have taken this assignment if they hadn't talked her into it, that's for sure. The least he could do for that was give her some of those jumja sticks. He didn't need to know that part of Loret's shipment was headed her and Lorella's way anyway.
Speaking of the Orion nurse, Lorella stuck her head in, "You bummed more off him? Honestly, Doc, is this your new comfort food?"
"I don't judge your habits, you don't judge mine," Sarissa laughed.
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Post by spacedaisy on Jul 6, 2020 8:26:12 GMT
Kriegspiel
“Did you get it?” Rumare motioned to the empty seat across from him, inviting his visitor to take a seat.
The Orion female nodded serenely, settling gracefully into the chair. “It took a little digging but I found Theresa Randall and Rigan Lanot. Lanot wasn’t all that useful, but Theresa was …” she paused as she recalled their interaction, “quite cooperative.” She set a padd down on the desk and slid it to him.
He eyed her with a flat expression before he picked it up. The room was silent as he intently digested the information contained on the padd. Finally he sighed and looked her again, “Is there proof of this?”
She nodded, “I checked against her medical files, there’s a note regarding her quantum signature. Seems to verify what I was told. And I don’t have reason to doubt what Tessa told me.”
Rumare sighed and tossed the padd back onto the desk, reaching back to rub at the tension in his neck, “I’m sure you enjoyed getting the information out of her Alara, but this is all very problematic, so wipe that smirk off your face.”
Her back unconsciously straightened at the rebuke, “However problematic it might be, it is true sir. All of it.”
“Then I need to get her pulled back from the front.”
“Sir?”
He shook his head, “It’s not your job to understand these decisions, it’s your job to get me the information I need to make them. Dismissed Commander Vost.”
She didn’t bat an eyelash at the order, she was used to being his lackey by now. At least he left the means for how she procured that information to her own discretion. It was the perk that came with the job, one that she found very satisfying.
The door slid closed behind her and he tapped at his console, initiating a call. Admiral King’s face appeared on his screen, “Admiral Rumare, I don’t hear from you often, what can I do for you?”
“I have someone I need reassigned.”
Her mildly friendly look faded into one of suspicion, “Who is it, and why do you feel the need to trouble yourself with such a low level decision?”
“Have you read the recent reports about this new drive we’ve found evidence the pirates are using near the demilitarized zone?”
“Of course I have, seems to be something that utilizes subspace. There’s a lot of rumors about who might be funding it. And you haven’t answered my questions yet.” For such an unremarkable man, she always left conversations with him feeling like he somehow managed to avoid giving anything away. She hated dealing with SFI.
“I had a report cross my desk recently from the Chiron. It seems pretty cut and dried, except for something one of the refugees that they rescued said. Something about a kidnapped scientist.”
King sighed in frustration and glanced off screen, holding up a finger to someone to indicate she’d just be a moment before looking back to him, “Look Beau, I have things to do. I’ve got a meeting in three minutes, so could you get to the point?”
“I’m forwarding some information to you regarding Ensign Marika Lenali, and her field of study prior to entering Starfleet. Let’s just say it isn’t in her personnel file, and it would be in our best interest to keep her from falling into the hands of whoever is behind that drive. I need you to move her away from the front.”
She paused for a moment and then gave a small nod, send it to me and I’ll see what I can do.”
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Mari sat slouched in the shuttle seat, one arm propped on the armrest, her head leaning against it and her eyes closed. She tried to block out the chatter from the other people in the shuttle with her. The pilot was talking about the work that was happening, someone asked about the explosion that happened on the orbital station or something. She wasn’t interested.
“Hey,” the man next to her nudged her with his elbow, “check it out.”
She opened her eyes and looked at the incoming view of the planetside facilities. “Quite the view, huh?” he asked as he took it in.
“If you say so,” she muttered before closing her eyes again, inwardly wondering for the thousandth time just why she got reassigned to Starbase 11.
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Post by Einar on Jul 9, 2020 8:48:54 GMT
Project Saṃsāra Verix Bale
<IncomingComm>
<OrigSB11HQ>
<ALL>
<SecLev5>
Attention all personnel.
I address you all with the permission of the Commodore and in my position as Commander of the SCE, which you have so graciously invited to become part of your community for the next few months.
I want to begin by thanking you all, for your hard work and dedication in the aftermath of this senseless act of destruction onboard the USS Kera, where we lost so many of our own. Not Engineers or Doctors, or Officers or Enlisted. But people dedicated to making this base home for all of us once more. To make the people of the Federation in this sector of space feel safe once more.
In order to carry on with our mission, replacement personnel have been flown in from across the quadrant to take the place of those lost. But we will not forget them, we will carry them with us. We will re-make this station and this base in their honor.
To the personnel on the station I say this. Thank you for taking the step of bringing her online, to keeping her safe while our Engineers continue to re-commission your beautiful station. I hope that you all manage to work together, and make friendships along the way.
To the personnel on the ground, I say this. Thank you for keeping the Federation´s interest in this area alive, to keep our presence vibrant. Thank you for feeding, clothing and seeing to our health, to contributing to our Engineering and Scientific projects required to rebuild this base.
Thank you all.
Commander Verix Bale, SCE.
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Post by Einar on Jul 10, 2020 14:03:08 GMT
Tony AdalbertoTony stood up from a squatting position, his right knee making a crunchy liquidy sound as he did, while the left mechanical leg lifted him more easily and without complaint. He was probably getting too old for manual labour. He loved every minute of it. He looked up at the sky through his dark sunglasses as he grabbed a piece of cloth from his back pocket to wipe droplets of sweat from his forehead. Today was a warm day, the start of the summer period on this planet, with temperatures already at 34 degrees Celsius, and it was not even noon. Team Delta had been out here for the past three days now, ever since the Kera, getting a head start on their primary assignment, getting the newly provided Surface-to-Orbital installations operational, in case of any further attacks. He put the cloth back in his back pocket and put his hands on his hips, stretching out his lower back, enjoying the cracks as he did. He had been inside this thing for the last 3 hours, re-wiring the ODN and power relays to better handle the older power grid under this outpost (so these things would not blow out every molecular synthesizer in the district if ever used). He looked over at the rest of his team, all hard at work assembling the next line of S2Os. "Chief" "Gah!" he yelled, taking a step forward as he felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around to see a very freaked Mac staring back at him, her hand still outstretched. "Fuck! Don't scare me like that" he exclaimed, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. "Christ Chief, lay off the Raktajino" Mac said as she walked around him towards the nearest installation and rested her backside on it, holding up a PADD. "New orders from Bale". Tony exhaled and wiped his hands on his dirty golden tunic before taking the PADD "I'll drink less coffee once you give me less work. Hmm" he said, scanning the document. "The troops won't be happy...we promised them no EVAs". "I'll break it to them if you welcome the new recruit" she said as she grabbed her hair and pulled it up into a bun, a scrunchie appearing from out of nowhere. "New recruit?" he asked, flipping through the orders on the PADD until a name and an image of an Andorian appeared. "We're at full compliment". "They want us to assist up there, and our timetable has been adjusted....that means more people for some teams" Mackenzie said, as she took off her uniform jacket and rolled up the sleeves of her tunic. "You meet with this Lieutenant sh'Tolar, I've told her to report to you first thing tomorrow. Please shave first" she said as she reached up and touched the side of his face gently. "Look presentable". She withdrew her hand and bent down to grab a hydrospanner "Come on, let's get this thing working before dinner and I might let you buy me a beer"
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Post by aoibheni on Jul 10, 2020 14:09:45 GMT
Way to go, Mac!
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Post by pscotty90 on Jul 13, 2020 14:42:39 GMT
Aktin Derva
Hideaway
Derva had spent a good few hours working in Ops before returning to his office. It wasn’t entirely by choice, but he had been chased away by an SCE Crewman who needed to make some adjustments to the workstation he was sitting at.
“Sorry, sir but I need to work there,” she had said, placing her tool case right next to a stack of his PADDs.
“Can’t it wait, Crewman?” he’d asked, his annoyance no doubt plain to her.
“I’m afraid not, sir. I have my orders and this is next on the schedule.”
He knew he couldn’t disrupt any of the engineering teams and despite feeling somewhat annoyed and displaced he’d picked up his work and slumped off. It wasn’t that he felt the young woman was out of line, it was simply that he had only been at SB11 for a matter of a few days and was already sick of the place.
He dropped his PADDs onto his desk and considered his options for a moment. They were all largely the same. Action reports and fleet deployments for the surrounding sectors, requisition requests that he could possibly fulfill and arriving inventory that couldn’t be installed yet. Until more of the station was up and running his role was effectively nothing more than signing off documents and keeping his team busy.
He activated his console and brought up the latest information on the explosion aboard the Kera. Information was still annoyingly limited. The most important details were the replacement personnel and equipment that had been requested to replace those lost. He made his own notes on what he and his team were doing towards the situation and updated them on the log. It was about all he could do.
There was a chime at the door and Derva welcomed them in. The doors parted with their customary ill-maintained creak which he was starting to get used to and Lieutenant Xu stepped in.
“Excuse me, Commander. Do you have a moment?” he asked with his hands clasped behind his back.
“Of course, Lieutenant. Please.” Derva shut off his console and waited for the Lieutenant attentively.
“I’ve been considering our position here. With the bombing in particular it feels we are more vulnerable here.”
“That much is clear,” Derva replied, “Are there any more indications that the Pact are taking any further actions?”
“Nothing like that, but it seems we need to be ready for anything, so I have a proposal,” Xu said.
Derva welcomed ideas from his staff providing they were well thought out and Xu took the next few minutes to describe in detail his idea.
There were mountain regions down below to the North of the Starbase. Xu had scanned them and discovered that many of them had caverns that were tough to scan through.
“In the event of a siege I suggest we retreat to the caverns. We can’t defend against even a relatively minor attack in our current condition. But we can dig in and wait for support from Starfleet. Potentially, if we can equip the area with a few low-power fusion reactors and a portable transporter system, we may even be able to use it as a staging area for guerilla strikes should the Starbase be occupied,” he explained.
“Interesting idea. But it would mean diverting resources that are currently needed elsewhere.”
“Yes, sir, but I’ve made up a list of bare essentials and I think we can spare them. Some of what I need won’t be necessary for the re-construction until late in the project.”
“What about manpower?”
“I’ve spoken to Lukana and Chief Varis and they’re willing to get started during our off-duty hours. I actually got the idea when we were talking about a shared love of cave diving so to start with while we scout out the location and move in the first supplies it’ll feel like R&R to us. We may need more help later but we can cross that bridge when we come to it and when we have more promising results to demonstrate. I estimate we can have it ready as a fallback position within two weeks.”
Derva was impressed and suddenly wondered if many other starbases could add secret mountain lair to their list of facilities. His mind raced with additional possibilities if they could indeed get it up and running. SB11 could become a training ground for guerilla tactics. Security teams could operate out of it as a quick response bunker in the event of emergencies. Perhaps expand the storage facilities for sensitive items.
“I’m definitely impressed, Lieutenant. You have my permission to get started, I’m sure Commander Bale won’t have any objections. Certainly not at this stage.” He smiled and shook the Lieutenant’s hand who had a look of a deservedly proud young officer.
“Thank you, Commander. I’ll keep you updated with our progress.” He said as he got up and headed for the door, eager to get started.
“Before you go, Xu,” Derva stopped him, the young man turning back at attention. “This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed you fine work. I realise we’ve just got here but you have been by far one of the most competent officers I have had the good fortune of working with. You don’t let anything phase you. You perform your duties admirably and then some.”
“Well, thank you, sir,” he said warmly.
“I’ve been thinking I need a deputy. I know it’s slow going right now but once we’re up and running there will be plenty of work for two and once this assignment is complete and I move on I’m sure it’ll be a great opportunity for you to step up and take over as full Strat-Ops.”
He shuffled awkwardly for a moment and broke his gaze, looking down at the floor.
“I’m… Honoured that you would consider me, Commander but I’m afraid that after the work is done, in three months I’ve already been accepted as Chief Tactical Officer aboard the Utopia,” he said.
Derva couldn’t hide the disappointment in his face and he knew Xu could see it.
“I understand, Lieutenant. Really. I completely do.” He couldn’t help but feel envious. He’d been trying to serve aboard a starship again for the greater part of a decade. He’d been trapped aboard stations. A career dead-end. “Do yourself a favour, Lieutenant. Once you’re back aboard a Starship, stay there.”
He meant it as genuine advice, but the Lieutenant’s face fell even more and it suddenly dawned on Derva that the young man had taken his attempt at friendly advice as a rejection of him. He felt for a moment like saying something else, to explain to him why he said… But didn’t.
“Dismissed, Lieutenant,” he said, “Keep me updated on your endeavor.”
“Aye sir,” Xu replied as he exited the room, obviously in lower spirits now than when he entered. All Derva’s fault.
Now left alone again, Derva slammed his fist on his desk and kicked himself away from it in his chair.
“Damnit!”
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Post by pscotty90 on Jul 13, 2020 22:25:26 GMT
General Requisition Request
From: Lt. Jie Xu, Starbase 11, Strategic Readiness Department
To: Office of Commodore Mellix
CC: Commander Verix Bale, Lt.Commander Aktin Derva, Talos Sector Quartermaster, Project Saṃsāra personnel.
1 X Type 5 Heavy Duty Mining Phaser Drill
5 X DOT_98 Automated Service Drones
2 X Class 7 Micro-Fusion Reactors
2 X Backup Life Support Units
5 X Auxiliary Solar Cell Units
5 X Standard Issue Class 2 Food Replicator
1 X PT-1554 Portable Transporter
1 X PT-1554A Transporter Specialist Console
3 X Type 9 Shuttle Sensor Array Sub-Systems
1 X Class 12 Micro-Computer Processor Unit
5 X Command and Control Consoles
50 X Class 3 High Wattage Lighting Rigs
10 X Class 12 High Wattage Spotlights
75 X Class 2 Hand Phasers – Standard Issue
30 X Class 3C Phaser Rifles – Standard Issue
5 X Isomagnetic Disintegrators
50 X Plasma Mines
30 X Photon grenades
10 X Portable Forcefield Generators
120 X Collapsible Bunkbeds
300 X Sleeping bags
600 X Starfleet Issue Blankets
1 X Optical Data Network Cable Reel (300 Metres)
150 X Emergency Medkits
10 X Emergency Biobeds
50 X Full Sterilization Kits
50 X Surgical Gowns
1000 X Radiation Recovery Kits
20 X Standard Engineering Tool Kits
5 X Transporter Specialist Engineering Tool Kits
5 X Computer Specialist Engineering Tool Kits
5 X Power Distribution Specialist Engineering Tool Kits
10000 X Standard Starfleet Ration and Water Packs
1 X water Reclamation Unit
1 X Mid-Range Matter Conversion Unit
50 X Heating Units
15 X Latrines
15 X Sonic Wash Units
15000 X Personal Sanitation Kits
Purpose:
To excavate and create an emergency underground base in the Mountains North of Starbase 11, Shore Administration Centre. This will serve as a fallback position and place of safety in the event that the system is attacked and the Orbital Station and support ships are unable to hold back the aggressors. The above requisition takes into account the necessary command and power systems required to support such a base with a populace of approximately 1000 survivors, 30% more than the current personnel stationed at SB11 and aboard the USS Kera.
The ability to expand the cave system to accommodate the full potential populace of Starbase 11 may be examined at a later date. The Current length of Survival possible with the above supplies is between 50 to 70 days depending on rationing and general health of the survivors. The estimated time required to complete necessary work to the cave system and install all equipment is Fifteen days with provision that the Transporter Unit is installed by day 8. A full breakdown of the intended work schedule will be included with this request.
Signed - Lieutenant Jie Xu Counter Signed - Lt. Commander Aktin Derva
- Requisition Request Sent-
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Post by Einar on Jul 20, 2020 10:27:20 GMT
Commodore Mellix
"Is he insane?"
Bale sipped of his Rajj root tea, somberly watching out the window from the Commodore's office, his eyes watching load lifters and worker bees travelling to and from the planet and starbase with duranium plating and other large scale equipment, to be assembled in orbit. "Eager, perhaps. Insane not, otherwise we would not have placed such an experienced officer in charge of Strategic operations on the base".
"Experienced" she huffed, somehow more gleefully than derogatory. "Don't you mean stalled".
"Commodore" Bale said, placing his cup down on her desk and shuffling his feet to face her "Commander Derva is exactly the person we need. He does not take risks, he makes sensible choices and has a tendency to keep those under his command alive and healthy. For a station placed in a volatile position like yours, he is just the man you need. Reliable, experienced, calm....and his plan, if a bit eager, is solid"
Mellix pursed her lips, perhaps a reflex to being told off by a subordinate officer, but quickly recovered with a larger than life smile. "I trust your guiding hand, Commander Bale. Give him what we can spare....I'm afraid with the news coming in from Cestus III, that such a shelter might just come in handy in case of rising tensions with the Pact"
Bale nodded calmly "I will review his request once more along with the quartermaster and see what we can spare. Naturally the project comes first"
"Naturally" Mellix responded, her back already turned and her attention fixed on the large holographic representation of the sector. "I will also contact Starfleet and request more presence in the sector. Just in case"
"A wise move Commodore....now if you will excuse me, I will take my leave"
"Dismissed, Commander"
She glanced at the empty cup of tea left on her desk and momentarily considered calling after him to recycle his own stinky root tea, but thought better of it. SCE was here to help, even if she didn't care for Bale. "Charles!"
Her personnal assistant poked his head around the corner "Yes ma'am?"
"Please recycle that will you, and light a candle. One of the nice smelling ones. Thank you"
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Post by Nola on Aug 26, 2020 20:43:03 GMT
Ilia sh'Tolar & Tony AdalbertoSurfaceIlia weaved her way through an unexpectedly-packed corridor from the mess hall to Ground Ops, on more than once occasion having to loudly announce her presence, lest she get trampled. This annoyed her, which was actually pretty helpful as it bent back her antennae and kept them from potentially getting clipped by passing gesticulation. She only just managed to make it on time, huffing lightly as she left the crowd behind and strode into Operations, orders in hand to join Lt. Adalberto. “Hey you. You!” a large Nausican growled at Ilia “What do you need? We are a little busy and if you don’t have an appointment you need to be somewhere not here” he grunted and waved her off dismissively. Before she could sink her metaphorical teeth into him, a human hand appeared between them “Don’t worry about Don here, he hasn’t had his morning cup of gall juice”. Adalberto stepped into view and smiled, looking Ilia up and down. “I think you’re here for me.” Ilia eyed the Nausicaan for a moment before looking to Adalberto. The Andorian stood a little straighter as she handed over the orders, largely a formality. “Yes sir. Lieutenant sh’Tolar, reporting for duty, sir,” she said, her tone eminently professional. ‘Well Lieutenant sh´Tolar, welcome to Delta team. We’re a friendly bunch, so I think you will have no problem settling in” Tony glanced through the PADD, then placed his thumb on the signature line and handed it back to her. “Can I call you Ilia?” “If you’d like, sir,” she replied, mostly managing to keep her expression neutral. It’s not that she minded so much as there was usually an expectation that she would then be on given-name basis with the rest of the team, and she just wasn’t there yet. She’d find a way to deal, though. Tony bit the inside of his lower lip as he sensed her discomfort but his personal feelings on the matter reinforced his opinion on the matter. He didn’t like that part of Starfleet anymore. “And please, call me Tony or Chief. Not sir. I’ll never wear red” He smiled craftily, pointing at the door “Shall we have a cup of coffee before we head up there?” "Sure thing, boss," she replied, offering a small grin at her minor act of defiance before following through the door. Fake it 'til you make it, right? Tony smirked, leading them on a short walk through the hallways until they reached the open air, stepping into the courtyard of the building, a beautiful green area with numerous paths and a stunning fountain in the middle. He did not speak until they reached the vendor, a short stocky Roylan. “What’s your juice, kid?” he asked her, before himself ordering a tall Raktajino. "... Hot chocolate," she said quietly, averting her gaze. "With cream, please." The Andorian glanced to the Chief, who glanced at the Roylan who glanced at the Andorian and shrugged before saying something in its own language before scurrying off to prepare the two drinks. "Caffeine gives me a headache," she answered the unasked question. “Never met an Engineer who doesn’t drink coffee” Tony answered as he motioned for a small circular table in the shade with two barstools attached. The sun was rising overhead and in mere moments it would be insufferable in the direct heat this time of the year. “So, the Bremen eh?” Ilia took a testing sip of her cocoa, taking a moment of reflection on the sorta-question. “That’s right,” she answered, returning her gaze to Tony. “For a time, anyway. I wasn’t really around for the more, uh, ‘momentous’ adventures. Had a bit of an issue and transferred.” Tony smiled at the memories “I was her Chief Engineer for a few years, after you left I believe….” he was broken out of his reverie as the Roylan shuffled over with their drinks and placed them on the table, barely. “Please put it on my tab, Bozer”. He motioned at the hot chocolate as he brought the Raktajino to his own lips and took a sip “You´ve had a good career, so what brought you to SCE?” Ilia quirked a brow as she absently lifted her mug and blew on it out of reflex. "Where else would I go?" she asked simply. "Engineering is my life. Practical engineering. Daystrom's nice and all, but theory just isn't the same as working with the nuts and bolts, and nobody does more with nuts and bolts than the Corps." The Andorian took a sip of her cocoa and tried not to feel too childish. Tony smiled at that, he could relate. "So you don't miss the hustle of a starship? The diplomacy and paperwork of being a Bridge officer?" Ilia glanced aside, her stalks twisting lightly. “Nnnnope. Not even a little bit, at least the bridge work,” she answered. “Working on a ship is fun in and of itself, but it’s not terribly different from an installation.” The Andorian took another sip as she debated speaking her full mind. “I was looking forward to working on the Octavia Butler,” she continued. “A liquid dilithium core, cutting edge energy emission and fleet support systems, having to transition theory into practice; that’s an engineer’s dream, right? This assignment will bring its own challenges, though, so… I can live with it.” Tony looked over the brim of his mug as he sipped of his coffee, knowing full well the disappointment of being taken away from something you love doing “We can live with many things, but we have a hard job ahead of us. And I think you are just where you are needed, I think we all are” Ilia nodded slowly before taking a long sip of her cocoa. “I shouldn’t complain, considering the circumstances,” she noted. “People were murdered for this project. I’m more than willing to take up the work to see it gets done.” Tony furrowed his brow as he placed the mug back down “But let’s try to have some fun along the way, right?” Ilia loosed a soft sigh, her stalks drooping for a moment. “Whatever fun there is to be had, I’m sure we’ll find it,” she agreed, before downing the rest of her cocoa in one. The Andorian’s face scrunched, her antennae withering as the richness overwhelmed. “This was a mistake,” she choked. He chuckled, thankful that this Andorian had some levity about them. “Report to the Quartermaster on floor 34 of the Eastern complex. There you will receive your updated toolkit, a requisition order for a construction grade space suit and they will book your transporter slot to the station OPS for tomorrow morning. In the meantime, the rest of our team is in barracks Six-Six-Delta over there by the meat district. I recommend the Polish sausages. Any questions?” “There’s a meat district?” asked the Andorian. Ilia coughed a bit to alleviate the overwhelming sweetness of the cocoa as she waved away the question with a hand. “I can find my way around,” she added. “I’ll be there in the morning.” “I look forward to working with you, Lieutenant” Tony said, standing up and extending his hand. “Oh, and I hope you like poker.” Ilia avoided making 'the joke.' She wasn't quite there yet, either.
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Post by spacedaisy on Aug 30, 2020 20:23:57 GMT
First Impressions
Ensign Marika Lenali Location: Surface Facilities, Science Lab 8
Mari stepped into her newly assigned science lab and stopped short in dismay. There was equipment littering the room in various stages of installation. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
She picked her way carefully across the room and to the wall console. Tapping deftly across the glossy black surface it sprang to life, “At least one thing works in here.” No sooner had the words left her mouth than it blinked twice and went offline. A string of Lo’Ami curses slipped from her lips as she slammed her fist against the console sharply.
“Don’t let the engineering team catch you doing that. You might find yourself suddenly reassigned to the ass end of nowhere,” a teasing voice cut through her angry thoughts and Mari looked in surprise at the unexpected company.
Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, bringing a more markedly silvery sheen to them. “I didn’t know anyone else was here.”
Eyes twinkling jovially, he replied, “I gathered. I actually just got here in time to witness what I can only assume were some fiercely worded threats to the console there.” He paused there, his gaze becoming more curious, “What language was that by the way? I don’t believe I’m familiar.”
“I’m not surprised. It’s Lo’Ami and I’m probably the only one of my kind you will ever meet,” she knelt down and pulled the panel off the side of the console to get a peek inside.
“Lo’Ami, huh? That’s interesting, I enjoy meeting new species. What are the biggest biological differences between your species and humans?”
Mari looked up from the exposed inner workings of the console to eye him. He stood casually leaning with palms on the console opposite her, nearly sitting on it. His eyes didn’t hold the usual flirtatious look of most cocky young human men, and his pupils didn’t appear to be dilated. “Let me guess, xenobiologist?”
This time his cheeks flushed, and he gave her an embarrassed grin, “That obvious, am I?”
“Biological differences aren’t generally the first question I get asked when I meet new people.” She turned back to the console and reached inside, testing to see if a few of the chips were in tight. As she reached for the third a small spark lept from it and she pulled back so quickly she nearly toppled over.
“Whoa there!” He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder to help steady her, “Maybe you should just call for an engineer for that?”
“I tried calling them for a problem with my sonic shower last night, but I got told there is a long waitlist. They ‘have to prioritize critical systems,' were the exact words he used. Which I believe roughly translates into, ‘Get used to cold showers for a while,’ so that doesn’t exactly instill confidence.” He offered her a hand to help her up. She grasped his hand in hers and hoisted herself off the floor before brushing herself off, “I’m Mari by the way, well Marika Lenali, but Mari is fine.”
“Oh! I didn’t even introduce myself! I’m Callum McKee, I’m the lab next door.”
“So what do they need a xenobiologist for here? Seems like right now, most people are engineers and related sciences.”
“Xenobiology is one of a handful of disciplines for me really. How about you, what's your focus?”
“Honestly, I don’t even know. My transfer orders just said there was a special project they were assigning me to here, and I haven’t received any further information yet,” she shrugged off the irritation she felt rising again about this assignment.
Her stiff shoulders, the tight lipped expression, her right hand fiddling with the hem of her uniform, the way she avoided his gaze, everything about her body language told Callum that she was not happy to be here and she didn’t want to discuss it. “Well, a couple of my colleagues are posted here too, so if you ever feel like you could use some company just let me know. In the meantime, I need to get back to my lab. I have some diagnostics running that I should check on. Nice to meet you Mari!”
He ducked his head in farewell and she called after his retreating form, “Nice to meet you too Connor!”
"It's Callum!" his voice sounded amused as he corrected her before exiting the room.
Her shoulders slumped again in defeat as she looked back over her lab, “Right, now to get an engineer in here…”
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Post by Einar on Nov 2, 2020 19:32:34 GMT
Tony Adalberto"What about now?" A clank could be heard in the distance. "Nope" Tony grunted as he tried to twist in the cramped crawlspace under the ship's Bridge. Ship. Huh. That was saying a lot. He pulled his knee up to his chest, or close to, before kicking the power regulator with all his force (releasing a crack in his knee which had become louder with each year). "Anything?" he called out, wincing as he tenderly massaged his knee, adding it to the list of items to bring up with the Doc once it was time for his check up. When was it? Mac booked those things for him. Tuesday? Tuesday. "Yeah....wait! We are running a circuit diagnostic.....hold" "Hold" he said, mimicking the speaker as he started wiggling his way out of the compartment towards the exit hatch. Not that he was going to enjoy the company out there any better. "The power levels are holding steady at 93%". "that's above spec for this hunk of junk" Tony exclaimed as he slid out of the hatch head first, as being birthed by this rusty old transport. "Not bad hooman, not bad at all". "You don't need to tell me. Thanks to me, this garbage is now going to stay off any Federation checkpoint scanners, atleast unless you draw attention to yourself. I cannot install a cloak after all". The DaiMon ran his hand over the oval controls, bringing up the engine specs "We are flying with core containment again, and our decay won't be triggering any Starfleet environmental regulations" those last two words were uttered with the disdain only a capitalistic Ferengi could portray. Tony pushed him aside, an easy feat considering the DaiMon's statute, and reached into his jacket and brought out a small datacard, plugging it into the controls. "There, Starfleet coding for your intermix ratio. You will get way more lightyears out of your Dilithium. We squared?" The Ferengi slid in next to him, bringing the warp engine online and studied the intermix chamber readouts "Impressive....our deal has been honored, Hooman. I have the information you seek...she is alive". "And safe?" "Safe? How would I know. She's the leader of the Maquis. What is safe?" "Don't be philosophical....she's okay?" The Ferengi reached into his Tholian silk coat and handed Tony a datarod. "She almost killed one of her own, a teenager, for disobeying her orders if you believe the rumours. So she seems fine". Tony grabbed the rod and placed it in his pocket. Maquis smuggled info could get him back in prison. Hell, everything he did for the DaiMon for the last two days would get him back in prison. "She probably had a reason...she always does. We are even now, Ferengi". The DaiMon grinned and patted Tony on the back. "Federation types, so efficient" Tony grabbed his toolkit and headed for the airlock "Tell docking control your comm system is repaired and that you dropped off the requested stem bolts in Docking pod 16. Don't offer too much of information and act your race. You should be out in fifteen minutes without any checks". "A pleasure doing business with you, Hooman" "Likewise...and if you do find yourself working for her again...tell her I say hi" "Hah....she would gut me" "Probably right"
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