Star Trek: Season 1 - Flash Point

[Bryancd]

K'arath regarded the men around the table in quiet contemplation. Enoch was the prototypical Klingon, a warrior of honor and pride. He sensed a bit of tension between Enoch and Miyamoto, a human who was every bit as much a Klingon as Enoch...possibly ebven more than himself he mused. Miyamotot would be welcome in the house that his grandfather Kang had built with his deeds. Of Brex, well K'arath could tell that there was an edge to this blue man which he had yet to discern, but looked forward even more to the journey.

He rasied his mug of bloodwine in what had to be the 8th toast of the evening. "To our journey, the honor to serve with such men, Qapla!"
The mugs chimed as they came in contact over the table, all members repeating "Qapla!"

K'arath rose and gazed upon his crewmates....his new family. "Tonight is not a good night to die. Tomorrow we pepare for departure and we need rest." He rose and walked towrads the door. He looked back at the group sitting at the table and added, "That was an order," his brow ridges rising in amusement.

[Jen]

"...Curious."  Sevryll turned her eyes back to Ensign Morgen. "It is peculiar Ensign, yet I must abstain from speculation." She did not intend for her statement to make Morgen uncomfortable, but she sensed that her reply had caused him to regret the inquiry. " I have enjoyed our conversation Ensign." She said in an attempt to reassure him. " I am confident that your experience, and professionalism, will be of great benefit to this vessel. We will speak again soon...If you will excuse me, I have a personal matter to attend to."   

Sevryll had left her children sleeping in their new quarters, and did not wish them to be alone longer than necessary. She stood up from her seat at the bar, and wove her way through the crowded lounge...
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Lt. Commander Sevryll
Chief Science Officer
U.S.S. Tiberius

[ryanlb]

Rayne was eager to meet his Chief; overhearing that he would be in 5 Forward later in the evening he arranged to be there.  Upon arriving he saw Commander K'arath at a table with others, obviously enjoying their Klingon-like comraderie, and decided it would be best not to intrude.

Not really knowing anyone enough to approach them, he ordered a tame drink, located a seat in an unoccupied area and began simply observing the crew.

[moyer777]

The Couselor tucked the book that Dr. Peterson gave him under his arm and headed toward the turbolift.  He would have much rather spent the evening in his quarters after his confrontation with Brex.  Of course he knew that some of the best moments of opportunity were to be had in five forward.  This is where the crew let their hair down.. well at least most of them.  Everyone was just getting to know each other, how they worked together would be put to the test when the mission actually started.  This visit to five forward may look like a time to gaze out the window, sip on a vinegar rootbeer and read an ancient book, but it was really a fact finding mission for the Counselor. 

His meeting with Ensign Armus was at 0700 tomorrow morning, and he had no idea what caused the juvenile behavior yesterday.  He could only guess, and as Margon had experienced, guessing and assuming never worked well for him.  "It's not my place to judge, but I do have to make sure this guy can work with everyone on board.  His XO was probably very upset with him, and he is a Klingon.  The writing was on the wall.  From his service record the ensign had troubles with "non-humans" so the Counselor thought that he may not even be able to reach the man.  "He's got a rough set of variables here... he had heard of an Earth term "Redneck" mentioned in some disiplinary file, and some other comments from his supervisors were less than encouraging.  At least he is a miracle worker in the fixit department. His work comes with glowing reccomendations, his behavior is another issue. 

As the counselor looked at his information pad and reviewed ensign Armus's service record his eyes focused on something he almost overlooked.  The startdate.  "Oh my, he muttered to himself. "Ensign Armus, his brother died one year ago yesterday..."  This might explain things...

The turbolift door opened and a tipsy Klingon fell on to the floor.  A second one charged in after him and picked up the first laughing heartily.  "Watch it blue man!  He's had a little too much bloodwine!" The turbolift air became stale..  "Oh this is going to an interesting assignment he thought.  "I guess I need to clear things up with Brex and speak to him about synthahol-- we can't afford to have the officers on this ship not at their best."  Then he laughed, I'm not sure I could ever convince a Klingon to lay off the bloodwine... but then again, this wasn't a Klingon ship, it was a Federation Starship.  Sometime soon the crew was going to have to take things seriously. 

He walked into Five Forward and looked nervously around for Brex...he didn't see him right off the bat, so he found a quiet little cranny and opened his book.. Psychiatric Nursing: Biological and Behavioral Concepts by Deborah Antai-Otong-- the chapter fell open to page 34- Interpersonal Social Theories... "My oh my" he thought as he shook his head...


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Counselor Margon
U.S.S. Tiberius

[Bryancd]

As K'arath made his way to the door, he spotted Ensign Rayne sitting alone. He altered course and approached the young man. Rayne, upon seeing the looming encounter, shot up nervously from his seat.

"Sir! Ensign Rayne reporting for..."

"At ease, Ensign, this is not a formal inspection," K'arath placing his hand on Rayne's shoulder and gently placing him back in his chair. "I just wanted to come over and welcome you...."

"Sorry Sir! Won't happen again!" Rayne blurted out, interrupting the Chief. K'arath expression changed from one of amusement to annoyance quickly and he could see Rayne was startled. The kid's just a lttle nervous, he thought.

"Ensign, I understand you have an interest in weapons systems. I too share that interest. I have been doing some research work on phaser efficiency, power output, and modulation. I think that running phaser power through the warp drive is becoming outdated technology and want to advance the field further. Although not a ship of war, I expect the Tiberius to be the best prepared ship in the fleet should we run into trouble. This is not a Galaxy Class pleasure yacht. I will send my data to you and look forward to your report." Now let's see how motivated he really is, K'arath thought.

[Mayko Armus]

Ensign Mayko Armus made it through the Captains briefing in a slight haze, but he was glad the nausea had passed.

After the briefing, Engineering Chief K’arath approached Mayko and was not a happy Klingon. He assigned Mayko to manual cleaning of the crew rest rooms on Deck 17, which he was currently doing. 

Apparently, the Automated Sterilization System was not up and running yet after the re-fit. It would take a couple weeks before the maintenance technicians would get to it. But that was OK, he liked working with his hands no matter what the chore â€" a trait his farmer father instilled into him.

As he scrubbed the toilet with a long handled toilet brush, he thought over his one sided conversation with the First Officer, Commander Quinn, earlier in the Brig. Even though Mayko couldn’t get a word in edgewise, we found Quinn very soothing and tranquil. Mayko was probably better off, he doubted that Quinn would have appreciated his excuse of spending a drunken, fun-filled week long bender with a pair of Betazoid twins. He was very appreciative of the way he handled it. On his last assignment, he spent the first week in the Brig.

He moved on to the next stall, scrubbing away. He wasn’t looking forward to his appointment with Counselor Margon in the morning. Yet another shrink to convince that he was alright. And he is Bolian, he had never had to deal with that race before. If he is lucky, the ship will be attacked by hostile forces in the morning and the appointment will get cancelled. But that will never happen while still in dock.

He completed his current stall and backed out carrying bucket and brush, one stall remaining. He opened the final stall and almost wretched at the site and smell. “Damn those Klingons!”

Ensign Mayko Armus

[keozen]

=/\= Attention Crew =/\=

The Ship's speakers flared into life as the voice of Captain Bell came over the intercom.

"I have just been informed by the refit crew that they expect us to be fully operational and ready for testing in 48 hours. Until then your standing orders are to prepare your departments and places of work for the coming tour of duty. Although we will be based out of this very Starbase we may be gone for weeks or even months at a time.

Department heads please be prepared for a briefing on Sunday in my ready room when our first mission will be explained.

Bell Out."

Captain Gilbert Bell
USS Tiberius

((OOC: Ok, sorry for the small post, my boss at work has been taken ill and I'm now having to attend a conference tomorrow in his place. I'll be back on Sunday though, see you all then.))

[ryanlb]

"...I will send my data to you and look forward to your report." Commander K'arath finished, looking at Rayne expectantly.

Rather surprised, Rayne tried to come up with an appropriate reply.
"I'm not sure I'm the most qualified of your crew to be checking your work, sir, but I appreciate the opportunity to assist you in any way possible, so I thank you.  I will do my best to live up to your expectations.

With your qualifications and in command of Engineering, I have no doubt that this will be the best ship in the fleet, should trouble arise."

[RicSantiago]

“It is peculiar Ensign, yet I must abstain from speculation.”

Well, Morgen though, that was indeed the kind of answer you could expect when asking a Vulcan a difficult question... Non-committal... and logical.

Anyway, he would find a way to ask that  question to Commander Quinn or even to the JAG officer herself.  One way or the other, he would have his curiosity satisfied. After all, learning about other beings, as much as about the physical universe, was his personal objective in Starfleet!

He would just have to create the proper opportunity...

[Trekkygeek]

Lt. Peters walked back to his quarters on the Starbase with a slight stagger. He had enjoyed the ribbing he and Talon Bowers had shared, he had had a few pints and was quite drunk. He reached his quarters, walked through and said hello to his boys. He slumped onto his bed in his clothes and thought about tomorrow.
  Tomorrow he would move to his new home on the Tiberius. He made a point of meeting up with the rest of his security crew. He was thinking about these things when he fell into a deep sleep.

[MrOsterman]

Lt. Li Sameria, Operations
Hallways of the USS Tiberius
Evening of the Captain's Breifing.

It was getting late.  There was no more denying it but simply put there were no longer things to do besides sleep.  Li had left her post on the bridge a short while ago.  She had gone there directly after the briefing to begin reviewing duty rosters and the names of the various heads of department aboard the ship.  If she was going to manage all that the operations station required, she would need to know who to go to in any specific emergency.  Delegation, Cpt. Warwick had insisted, was the hallmark of any good operations officer.

Still, having reviewed the rosters, double checked the names, and run a short start up simulation for her station she had done all she could for the night, and really had nothing left to do but socialize or sleep.

She made her way down the various halls of the ship, taking in the various locales of interest and the points she should become familiar with.  Eventually her feet lead her to the doors to the rapidly-becoming-infamous Five Forward.  A nice Irish Coffee would end the day well, she reasoned silently standing a few meters from the entrance.  An ensign came out, the opening doors filling the hallway with the joyous noise of the crew getting to know each other.  Quickly, Li turned and began to key in semi-random commands into the access station she was standing near to give the impression that she had a purpose for standing there in the hall.

"Lieutenant," the ensign acknowledged as he passed with a polite nod.  She nodded in return but continued to issue commands.  Once the ensign had rounded the hall she paused and cleared the entries she had made.

Sighing she turned and started to head to her quarters.  Perhaps tonight was not the night to be social; perhaps a bit of light reading and a warm "hot chocolate" would suffice to see her into tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow she would go about making social nicities of a new crew.

Lt. Li Sameria
Operations

[Jen]

As she advanced towards the exit, Sevryll collided with Averick Nowol. "Pardon me" apologized the Science Officer. Sevryll recognized Averick from the manifests she memorized earlier in the day. Averik's position diverged from the directory in stark contrast to the other crewmembers. The assignment of a JAG Officer to a Starship, was unconventional to say the least. Sevryll attempted to move past the petite Bajoran, but Averik's next question halted her forward progression.

"And you are?" she requested with a cheerful smile.

"Of course...I apologize.  I am Lt. Commander Sevryll." She replied and politely.

Averik leaned right and then left in a pseudo inspection of the commander's ears. "You're a Vulcan.." she stated with  a lighthearted chuckle.

Despite her long-term relationship with a human, Sevryll found it difficult to interpret sarcasm. She wasn't sure whether the woman was attempting to make a joke or simply mocking her. She couldn't help but arch an eyebrow.   

"An obvious deduction." She replied.

"Well Sev, I'm happy that in addition to myself, there is yet another qualified woman onboard the Tiberius— can I get you a drink?" The Bjoran inquired enthusiastically.

"My name is Sevryll" she replied in an attempt to correct Averik's apparent misunderstanding. "Thank you, but perhaps another time."

"I've heard Five Forward isn't half as good as the Enterprise's Ten Forward" she giggled. Her laugh trailed when the attempt at humor was met with a blank stare.

"Thaaaat was a joke...You know... five is half of ten? Yeah...I'm sorry, I forgot, Vulcan's don't laugh...do they?" She asked as her eyes glinted with mischief.

"I appreciate the attempt." Sevryll said in an effort to be courteous. She wanted to be polite, but at the same time she had to check on her children.

The lounge was becoming rowdy as the Klingons slapped their table and sang songs of conquest in celebration of their new assignments. Averick had been mouthing the words merrily. She loved Klingon Opera...her smile spread wider as the Klingons roaring laughter signaled the end of the song.

"It was nice to meet you Averik. If you will excuse me..."

"Where's the fire?" she asked with a grin.

" I apologize for my haste, but I must be leaving. I put my children down for a nap before the briefing...That was an hour ago. They should be waking within the next half hour."

"You brought children aboard?" Averik was not accustomed to life on a Starship and was genuinely surprised by Sevryll's admission.

"Yes." She answered. Sevryll was beginning to sense the Averik was a lonesome individual who merely wished to share a conversation with a fellow female. She could see how her forward nature, might be misinterpreted by others as... 'pushy'.

"How old are they?" she asked

"They are two-years-old." Sevryll responded.

"A pair of two-year-olds. I don't envy you."

"Despite their age, they are well behaved." Sevryll replied defensively.

"Oh, of course. Don't get me wrong; I love children. I've always found them more honest and accepting than adults."

"Indeed." Sevryll said, edging her way towards the door.

Averik smiled to herself. She knew that Sevryll was trying her best to be polite and decided she should probably let the poor woman leave. "I would love to meet them. Maybe I'll see you around."

"Yes that would be nice.  It was good to meet you." Sevryll nodded respectfully. The doors hissed open and she stepped out into the hall and to the nearest turbo-lift.
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Lt. Commander Sevryll
Chief Science Officer
U.S.S. Tiberius
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[Elizur]

Ensign Enoch Iblis, Helm and Navigation
Hallways of the USS Tiberius
Evening of the Captain's Briefing

Enoch walked out of 5-Forward.  It had been a good evening, but Enoch thought perhaps he had been a bit too loose after all. 

Almost immediately Enoch saw a small Bajoran in the hallway, trying to look busy.  This would be Lt. Li Sameria, the Operations Officer.

Operations Officers, they were tricky.  It was a difficult but necessary position.  He knew part of Sameria's position would be his backup.  He would have to work with her to some degree.

Enoch approached.  "Lieutentant, I am Enoch Iblis, the Helmsman."

Samiera looked up at him, perhaps somewhat started.  "Yes, I have seen your bio.  Nice to meet you Ensign."

There was a silence. 

Finally Samiera spoke.  "Have you checked your systems on the bridge?  What is the status of console?"

Enoch relaxed.  Right to the point!  Probably because he was a Klingon, many people went into this mode with him. 

"All is satisfactory.  I have run my checks and simulations, all are functioning normally.  I will run another check in the morning.  There are a couple of new protocols due to the retrofit that may not be in your documentation.  It would be acceptable for me to go through it with you at your leisure."

Lt. Samiera was pleased with this report.  The Klingon was offering to show her some new advanced features on his console?  When she had seen that there would be a Klingon on the bridge, she had groaned.  She had expected resistance. 

"Excellent, Ensign!  Thank you, I will take you up on that offer."

Enoch was tired.  "Very well.  Goodnight, Lieutenant."

"Goodnight, Ensign Iblis."

[Geekyfanboy]

Quinn made his way around the room chatting here and there. He was glad to see that everyone seemed to be getting along nicely. After an hour he decided he would head to the bridge and check out the progress of the re-fit. As Quinn was walking down the hallway towards the turbolift he ran into an Ensign working on one of the interface terminals. As he walked by, the Ensign looked up and almost dropped his scanning device.

::standing at attention:: "Commander!!"

:: trying not to laugh:: "At ease Ensign..."

"Took sir... Ensign Nicolas Took"

" Yes Nicolas Took, born Austin Texas, 2355. Graduated top of his class, mother's name is Alice, father's name is Jack..."

" Yes sir... how did you.."

::laughing:: " I have memorized the entire crews profile.. it's a bad habit of mine since my counselor days."

" You were a counselor sir? "

" Yes on my first mission on board the USS Isannah, served as her chief counselor for three years, then as her third in command for another three years.. she is great ship."

"Was it hard to leave?"

"It was, but I knew it was time and when Captain Bell offered me the position as his XO I knew that I couldn't refuse."

::Ensign Took looked at the interface he was working on.::

"I'm sorry Ensign, carry on with your duties."

"Thank you sir.... and thank you for the chat."

Quinn nodded and continued down the hallway to the turbolift. He entered and said "Bridge". The doors slid shut and a soft humming began as the turbolift traveled towards it destination. A few moments later the doors open up to the Bridge. Quinn steps out of the turbolift and surveys the bridge of his new assignment. There were a few crewmen working on various things, running diagnostics and such. One of the crew looked up and saw him.

"Commander on the Bridge"

Everyone stopped and stood at attention. Quinn raised his hand and said "At ease, continue with your work". Everyone went back to what they were doing. Quinn walked around checking out the layout of the bridge. Of course he had memorized everything but it was another thing seeing it all for the first time. As he walked by the Ops station he noticed the three chairs in the middle and knew the one on the left of the Captain's chair was his. He walked over to it and ran his hand over the top. He took a deep breath then sat down, a smile came across his face. He pulled the terminal that was attached to his seat towards him and began going over recent ship diagnostics.

Commander Quinn
First Officer
USS Tiberius

[Jen]

Sevryll helped her daughter, M'Rynn, change out of her sleeping attire and into something more presentable. Her son, who was already dressed, was watching the shuttlecraft coming and going from the spaceport, just within view of their cabin view ports. "Where we going?" N'Val asked in a sleepy voice.

Sevryll guided M'Rynn's other foot into a pant leg and pulled them up over a little jump suit. "We are going to my office on Deck 14. Would you like to assist me in my duties today?" She asked him.

N'Val nodded slowly, yet his eyes remained fixed on the shuttlecraft moving about outside the ship.

Sevryll tenderly brushed M'rynn's wispy, black hair then pushed a few stray locks from her eyes. When she was finished, she stood up from where she knelt and held out her hand. "There," she said "are you ready to see where I work?"

"Yes!" the little girl eagerly replied. She took her mother's hand and the three of them walked out the door.

"Deck 14." Sevryll spoke aloud. The turbolift rushed them down 12 floors before slowing to a stop. The doors hissed opened and they stepped out into the corridor. The children had never been on a starship before—everything they glimpsed became an instant allure to them, particularly individuals who were different in appearance from themselves.

Everyone who passed acknowledged the Commander and smiled at the little ones gazing back at them through wide eyes. M'rynn occasionally clasp her mother's leg for security, she was more timid than her brother.... a trait her mother hoped she would soon grow out of.

They rounded a bend and found The Chief Science Officer's Office.
"Here we are." Sevryll said.

After Sevryll finished testing the survey equipment and running her diagnostics, they headed over to the Sickbay to see Dr. Peterson.

Once inside the medical facility, they could see Dr. Peterson and Counselor Margon through the doctor's transparent office walls. The two men both looked up from their work, nodded to one another and proceeded out the office to meet their new patients in the common area.

"Hello Commander." The doctor greeted her with a handshake and winked at the little girl who hid behind her mother's leg.

"Hi!" Answered N'Val before his mother had a chance to answer the doctor with her own greeting.

"Good morning doctor." Sevryll said.

"Well, who do we have here?" the doctor smiled down at the Vulcan boy with a beaming face.

"N'Val." The boy answered.

"Its good to finally meet you N'Val." He patted the boy on the head and leaned to the left to see the little girl who still had a firm grasp on Sevryll's right leg. The commander's arm encircled her timid little girl for reassurance.

"Hello." The doctor said in a softer tone. M'Rynn had her thumb in her mouth and had to remove it to answer.  "Hi." She whispered, almost too quietly to perceive.

Doctor Peterson's eyes squinted as his smile broadened. He turned to wave the counselor over.

"Commander, have you met Counselor Margon?"

"I have not." Replied Sevryll.

"Good morning Counselor." She said.


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Lt. Commander Sevryll
Chief Science Officer
U.S.S. Tiberius
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