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2015-10-27T19:53:00-04:00

Re: Mission 6, Day 8. Morning - Anomalies (O'Connor/Myers)

Ridika walked into O'Connor's Ready Room. "I'm assuming you wanted to have a word with me, Captain?" she asked, holding the PADD behind her back, should the case be that she would need to prove a point.

O'Connor scowled. "No, I invited you here for tea, Ridika," was the sarcastic reply.

"That's nice of you, but I'll pass."

"You know, I really should strip you of every level of rank for your behavior back there."

Ridika ground her teeth for a brief moment before raising her eyebrows and replying, "Go ahead."

"You know I already would have done that if that was my intent."

"Well, then, maybe you can explain to me why you believe having an alien species play 'Kitchen' in Engineering and causing an incident that killed my CEO is considered 'acceptable behavior'?"

"I didn't say it was acceptable, Ridika. However, what you did showed a distinct lack of discipline." She sighed, sliding across a PADD to Myers. "You and I are alike. However, I'm red headed and Irish, so my temper is often excused. You have to find a way to control it. I don't like the loss of Wells any more than you do. I don't like having these Kelvans around or letting them modify MY SHIP. But we have no choice. Read."

The PADD began, "Stardate 4657.5, USS Enterprise..." Ridika quickly skimmed through the history of the past Star Fleet encounter with the Kelvans. She looked back up at the Captain and slid the PADD back towards her. "Charming story. Forgive me if I'm not exactly sure what this has to do with us."

"Don't you remember what you found on the planet? All the crystaline dodecahedrons? They're related to these Kelvans somehow. I suspect they're their children. We have to chase them down and stop them. And we can't do it with our technology."

"Well, with the way I've seen things going, we're not going to be able to do it with *their* technology." It was the Captain's turn to do some reading. Ridika slid her own PADD over to O'Connor. "It's too much for the ship to handle. Read."

O'Connor furrowed her brows at the readouts. "Are you sure that this has nothing to do with the accident?"

"Captain... If I didn't find this to be important information, I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of getting the PADD from G-...Ensign Mallett in the first place. This has *everything* to do with the accident." She crossed her arms, subconsciously.

"Now that things are supposedly fixed, though, will the readings be different or the same?"

"Science and I took these readings before the accident even occurred. If they restored the system back to its previous working order, the readings are going to be the exact same...unless they make the appropriate modifications."

"I will speak with them. In the meantime, you're the new CEO again and the information you just read is kept strictly confidential. Remember, they may have some experience with emotions but I doubt they mastered it with the lack of human interaction."

_They fuck with my colleagues again, they'll get *plenty* of human interaction to practice with._ "Permission to make a request, Captain?"

"You may ask, Ridika. No need to be formal here."

"I need them to modify their technology so that humans can work with it safely, as well."

"I'll see what I can do."

Ridika nodded and picked up the PADD, tucking under her arm. She could feel the reality of Wells' death begin to hit, but ground she ground her jaw, determined to force professionalism until the next time she was alone.

O'Connor noticed Ridika's look and softly said, "Hell of a way to get your job back."

Ridika slowly shook her head and replied, "I loved the job...but I didn't want it back quite that bad..." She looked past O'Connor. "She was a hell of an engineer, and, to be honest, it seemed that the America was running just fine without me in charge and even without me at all..." She looked back at the Captain. "Is there anything further, ma'am?"

"It did but it was not the same, Ridika. But that's that nature of Starfleet. As to anything further, no. Just learn to control that temper. I don't want you to suffer my fates. You already have one blemish. You don't need another."

_You have no idea..._ "Permission to return to duty, then?"

"Yeah. Dismissed." She then said, "Make sure as the new CEO you give your schedule some time with Mr. Mallett."

Ridika was turning to leave when O'Connor made the last statement. She furrowed her eyebrows at the Captain, feigning confusion while actually trying to figure out how she knew.

"Oh, don't give me that look. You stumbled over his name. It was a sure sign. You don't get to be Captain without noticing the smallest of details."

One corner of Ridika's mouth turned up in a smile as she nodded. "I see. I'll be in Engineering," she said as she turned to walk out of O'Connor's Ready Room door.

"I would expect nothing less." O'Connor gave her own little smile and turned back to her desk and pulled up a picture of Captain Jayme Kirk. _Just you wait 'til our next meeting!_

JP between Captain O'Connor and Lieutenant Myers

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:53 pm

Archives • Re: Mission 6

2015-10-27T19:52:11-04:00

Re: [uss_america_a] Re: Mission 6, Day 8. Morning - Anomalies

Suddenly, the ship gave such a bone-shaking lurch forward that Ridika had to grab the console in front of her just to keep from keeling over onto the floor.

"...The hell...?" she wondered out loud to herself once she regained balance. Knowing that this was totally unnatural for the America, she looked back at Mallett and T'Pruk with wide, surprised eyes and quickly said, "I'll be in Engineering," before taking off for the door in a fast-paced, yet professional, walk, not even looking back to see whether or not the pair were following her. Shortly thereafter, Ridika briskly strode through the doors of Engineering and immediately asked, "What the hell was that?! Is everybody alright?"

Unfortunately Ridika, Mallette and T'Pruk could plainly see that everything was not alright. The CEO was thrown at an awkward position against an alien device. Several engineers were bleeding and the computer chimed, "Warp containment field degradation. Warp containment failure estimated in ten minutes."

Without even a single thought going through her mind, Ridika ran to the comm and yelled, "Medical team to Engineering, NOW!" She looked at Pendragon and the rest of the engineers and motioned towards their consoles and ordered while running to her own console, "Everybody to your stations! Shut it down, SHUT IT DOWN!" Within a few seconds, the decrescendo of the warp core powering down started to be heard. Ridika, then ran to Wells' side just as Medical came through the doors. Seeing that the CEO was lifeless, she turned sharply towards the comm panel, slammed down the button with her fist, and in a calm, but deadly, voice, ordered, "Myers to Security, find Tomar and arrest that motherfucker."

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A Texan junior grade lieutenant approached Myers and said with a long drawl, "I'm sorry ma'am. We do not know how to shut it down and there's a force field around the Kelvan device which we cannot penetrate."

While the warp core seemed to react a bit to the powering down, the engines were soon back to life with the computer echoing, "Warp core containment failure in nine minutes."

Myers turned urgently toward the young officer. "Can you eject?"

Shields responded, "I do not believe so, ma'am." An Andorian, wearing a medical uniform walked in. His face was impassive but his antennae stood straight up. In a soft voice he asked, "What happened down here, Lieutenant?"

Mallett had moved over to assist some officers and now had some blood on his uniform. "Seems we're in a fine pickle but then again, I never seemed to have relationships last long."

Still majorly pissed off by the situation, Ridika shot a glance at Mallet and asked, "And what is THAT supposed to mean?" Without waiting for his answer, she turned toward the Andorian and quickly replied, "One of those Kelvans fucked up my warp core and when we tried to go to warp, the whole ship jolted and sent everybody flying. Wells is dead and a bunch of my engineers are injured. Take care of them, doctor." Ridika turned to Shields, "You have less than nine minutes...WORK ON IT." She hit the comm button once again, =/\= Myers to O'Connor, we have a MAJOR problem! =/\=

"The Chief Engineer is dead?" the Andorian repeated with an impassive face. His antennae started to twirl out of control.

Shields looked a little shocked at Myers commands and said, "Ma'am, I mean no disrespect, but we can't get near it. Perhaps if you brought the Kelvan here to repair it?"

Mallett looked rather confused at Myers. _Where'd her sense of humor go?_

O'Connor answered on the comm, =/\= What is the problem, Lieutenant Myers? =/\=

Ridika looked at Shields and replied, "If that's the case, it may be the only way." She turned back toward the comm. =/\= Security, belay my previous order and bring Tomar to Engineering =/\= She then switched back to the bridge. =/\= Captain, first of all, we're getting ready to have a warp core containment failure in, oh, about 8 minutes. Secondly, Lieutenant Wells is dead. =/\=

O'Connor could not believe what she just heard. _Well, that's one way to get your job back._ She looked hard at Rojan and Kelinda. "Was this part of your plan?"

Rojan answered, "I assure you, this was not, Captain. There must be some mistake. If you will accompany me...."

O'Connor reflexively pulled out a phaser and said, "I will. Kirk, you have the bridge."

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Rojan smiled at O'Connor as he pulled Kelinda along. "Come my dear. It seems that our good Captain feels the need to feel secure."

The Andorian started treating the members of engineering that could be helped, which was everyone other than Wells. Most suffered from minor cuts and bruises. There was a broken bone or two but nothing that would not mend with a few days rest.

Shields stood at attention before Myers, trying to avoid looking at the wrecked form of Wells.

Just then, Tomar and Chambers walked into Engineering. Ridika immediately pulled out her phaser, which - in her anger - she automatically set to kill, and pointed it straight at Tomar's head. She growled a single deadly order, "Fix it..."

Tomar had obvious difficulty standing. With a slightly slurred voice he asked, "Fixs whats?"

Ridika shot an angry glance of disapproval towards Chambers. She could feel her ears begin to tingle. Just as the computer chimed, "Seven minutes to warp core containment failure," she looked back towards Tomar and shouted, "You KNOW what!"

"Warp core containsmensh failure? Thatsh...that shoulds not happen."

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At that very moment, O'Connor arrived with Rojan and Kelinda in front of her. Rojan looked over at Tomar disapprovingly, "You have been drinking again, Tomar. I thought we had told you not to do that again."

Ridika turned towards the group that had just walked in the door and, speaking to Tomar, said, "Oh good! The rest of the Kelvans have arrived! I guess I don't need your drunk ass now and can kill you myself." With her reasoning blinded by sheer anger, she grabbed Tomar's arm, knocked him to the ground, and pressed the phaser to his head in one swift, fluid motion.

Tomar fell easily to the floor but what Ridika did not count on was that when she pressed against her phaser, nothing happened.

Rojan pulled the phaser out of Myers' hand. "That will not be necessary, Lieutenant. We will fix this. It will only take a moment. My apologies for Tomar's behavior."

However, Ridika kept a good hold on her phaser and yanked it back from the Kelvan, pointing it at the pair instead. She replied through her teeth, "No. I don't trust you. I'm going to watch every...single...move you make and I'm going to do it with this phaser in MY possession. Is that understood?"

Rojan snickered. "As you wish, Lieutenant." He looked down at Wells. "It seems you should thank me, however." With that, he touched his belt and moments later the computer replied, "Warp core containment field restored."

Ridika kept the phaser trained on Rojan. She turned her head slightly in the direction of Lieutenant Shields. "Check it, Lieutenant. Make sure it's not just bells and whistles."

Rojan replied before Shields could approach the alien device. "You will not touch it. If you do, you will die or surely get one severe electrical discharge. Everything is in order. Tomar's error was careless."

Ridika's eyes narrowed. "That careless error killed my CEO... Get. That. Thing. OUT. Of. My. Department!"

O'Connor furrowed her brows. "Lieutenant Myers, five minutes in my ready room. Understood?"

Without neither saying another word nor taking her eyes off of Rojan, Ridika slowly dropped her phaser to her side and moved toward the door after O'Connor. On the way out, she noticed that Mallett had taken the PADD with Science's and Engineering's diagnostic reports on it and, as she walked by, Ridika slipped the PADD out of Greg's hands and under her arm.

Rojan told the Captain, "If you will excuse us, Captain. It seems that we need to take care of Tomar. We will be in our quarters when you require us."

TBC

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:52 pm

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2015-10-27T19:48:43-04:00

Re: [uss_america_a] Re: Mission 6, Day 8. Morning - Anomalies

Ridika sighed. "Transfer the diagnostic results to a PADD and let's all take a field trip to the Ready Room." She turned to Greg. "You're mighty quiet, Ensign. Do you have any thoughts, before my suggestion becomes an order?"

Mallett smiled over at Ridika, "Oh, I'm betting you would like that, wouldn't you? But no, I have no other suggestions other than making sure your ass stays intact."

T'Pruk looked slightly confused at Myers and Mallett and asked, "Why would your posterior not remain intact, Lieutenant Myers?"

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Suddenly, the ship gave such a bone-shaking lurch forward that Ridika had to grab the console in front of her just to keep from keeling over onto the floor.

"...The hell...?" she wondered out loud to herself once she regained balance. Knowing that this was totally unnatural for the America, she looked back at Mallett and T'Pruk with wide, surprised eyes and quickly said, "I'll be in Engineering," before taking off for the door in a fast-paced, yet professional, walk...not even looking back to see whether or not the pair were following her.

Shortly thereafter, Ridika briskly strode through the doors of Engineering and immediately asked, "What the hell was that?! Is everybody alright?"

O'Connor turned back to Ridika, T'Pruk and Mallett and wondered exactly why all of them had boarded the bridge.

Rojan explained to Myers, as if he was explaining to a child, "That was us going to warp. Your engines were not meant for such a quick acceleration and our adaptations were not 100% compatible. It was within expected limits."

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Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:48 pm

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2015-10-27T19:48:16-04:00

(Teed/Sam) Mission 6, Day 7: "Poison Banana"

He turned back to the Andorian Ensign and hands now folded behind his back he looked up at the ensign's antennae, noticing their movements and smiling slightly, "And how shall I call you Doctor?" he asked.

Teed watched T'Pani head into the private recovery room and then turned his attention to Sam. His antennae stood straight up in embarrassment. "I thought I had told you. I apologize that I had not. I am Ensign Teed, medical officer, at your service."

"Ah no," Sam smiled, "I would have remembered a name like that. Tell me Doctor, have you experienced Deltans before," he asked, pausing and then adding as if as an afterthought, "professionally, of course."

Teed responded softly, "I have not had the pleasure." His antennae remained standing straight. "There were few in the Academy. I suspect it is because of your Oath of Celibacy."

"The Oath is uncomfortable yes," he replied, "but it prevents sex, not familiarity with Deltans. The Oath only extends to Starfleet service and only so far as sex, which is not actually why Deltans do," he smiled, "what we do."

Teed's antennae drooped slightly. "I see," he said softly. "And why is it that Deltans do what they do?"

"Intimacy," Sam replied just as softly as he watched the Andorian's face and antennae, "sex is the side effect. Not required but it is a nice way of saying 'hello', don't you think?"

Teed's face remained impassive, his antennae moving back slightly interestedly. "It is; however, it could also be needlessly long. I have heard that when I am bonded in my second puberty, I shall no longer crave experiencing the intimacy of anyone or anything interesting. "

"As I have understood that is the case," Sam nodded sagely. "But many Andorians never choose to or just never enter the second puberty and therefore remain without a mate. Oh it is a wondrous thing to be mated truly!" he refrained, "But I understand there is no stigma, in fact, it is highly honorable if one does not take a mate and becomes an explorer or mercenary and continues to enjoy themselves with those they meet."

Teed's antennae wobbled uncertainly. "I do not know that there is a choice in such. And as to stigma, you are incorrect. If we do not propagate, we cannot continue to defend our livestock or property. We constantly must be vigilant. It is our duty to reproduce. If not, we fail our clan."

"Mh," he grunted and added with a small thoughtful smile, "then perhaps you can demonstrate where I've gone wrong in my studies. I had thought that was how much of the genetic diversity on Andoria moved around, since most clans failed to unite for any significant amount of time." He smiled and leaned against the unoccupied biobed, "I am fascinated, I must admit."

"Well, most clans are really just extended families. Any alliances between anyone else does tend to be short lived. I am not really sure why. But, it works for us, I suppose." Teed's antennae drooped a bit.

"I understood it was because of competition for grazing territories which boiled down to food," Sam gestured, "et al, survival. Andoria has a small region of fertile arable land and the grasses that feed your herdbeasts resist cultivation, I am told. So the herds must be where the grass is and the family that owns the herd must move with it."

"So it may seem to an outsider but it is hardly that simple," Teed replied, antennae drooping further.

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Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:48 pm

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2015-10-27T19:47:51-04:00

(Tomar/Chambers) Mission 6, Day 8 Morning - Liquid Breakfast

Tomar walked the corridors of America, trying to find Rojan and Kelinda. He walked in a bit of a gloom. _This is absurd. We should have never agreed to Kirk's terms years ago._

Keeping an eye on Tomar, Richard escorted him through the corridors of the ship. He'd been ordered to keep an eye and observe Tomar whenever he could. The phaser at his side was visible, and all it would take to draw it was a single flight of the wrist. The other phaser lay tucked into the belt around his backside. Richard didn't care for Tomar's attitude towards him or the ship, and would pounce the moment the little kevlan did anything even remotely suspicious.

Tomar glowered at the shorter Chambers. With measured tones, he asked, "Do you really have to follow me around? You're accomplishing nothing, human."

"You don't like it? Suck it up. My orders are to escort you, follow you as long as you are aboard the America. I know you see this ship and crew as little more than a means to an end, but while you're here you will stay within my sight at all times," Richard explained, the no-nonsense tone of his that had been tempered as duranium alloy by his experiences in the klingon cold war. He was careful not to phrase it as a threat, but as a matter of fact. This ship was his charge, his responsibility and if he failed he'd probably spend the rest of his life in the stockades doing hard-labor or worse. It was an alternative he didn't care for in the slightest.

"You want to watch me? Fine. Direct me to the bar. I'd like some of that Saurian brandy. You can share a drink with me there."

He pressed the controls to the turbolift and waited for Tomar to step inside first. Submitting their destination, the deck the bar was on he felt the turbolift car weave its way through the decks.

"I'm glad that you still can follow directions. No lingering effects, as you see."

"It'll take more than being turned into a crystal to affect my judgment," Richard said, as the lift came to a stop. The doors parted on Deck C. Richard waited for Tomar to step out onto the deck before following. He'd lead him to the Officer's Lounge, since it wasn't one of the more restricted areas of the ship. "Want a spot at the bar or a table?"

"It doesn't matter to me. Does it to you?"

"I'm of the same mind," he smirked. "Take a seat and we'll wait for a server to come by,"

It wasn't long before a barmaid appeared before the two. "What can I get you both?"

Tomar replied, "There was something green that I was quite fond of...."

"A beer...a bottle of Guinness if you have it. Thanks," Richard said, with a smile to the barmaid.

"Green is not a drink name. I'll get you a Guiness, Mr. Chambers. I assume you have the credits for both of you? And what should I get for him?" she asked slightly derisively.

He'd dig into a pocket of his uniform and withdrew more than enough credits for the two of them. Somehow he knew he'd be footing the bill this time and the extra credits would come in handy. "Does Saurian Brandy work? Why don't you bring out a selection of any...green drinks you might have in stock? Maybe my friend might find a drink he likes. I'll pay for it, don't worry."

"As you wish, Mr. Chambers." She gave him a slight wink and headed off to fulfill the order.

Tomar looked at Chambers and asked, "Why?"

"You mean by paying for our drinks? It's a common courtesy...politeness," Richard said. "I can't deny a man drink, or anyone a drink while we're going to be around each other for a time, I felt it would make things easier if we stopped thinking of each other as opposites."

"We're not opposites. You're inferior. Just don't try and pull anything like Montgomery Scott."

"You keep up that attitude and it'll make things more difficult. Your kind may think of themselves as better than us, better than the other races in the quadrants, but who is giving you a ride? That's the problem with races that think of themselves as being better than anyone else, there is always something everyone wants or needs. I won't argue with you, that we as humans have our flaws. We're not perfect, but we do know how to enjoy the moment given to us," he said. "As for Captain Scott, you don't have to worry. I'm not an engineer,"

"You're giving us a ride because it would take too long for us to make a new ship and if you want your universe to survive, you should be grateful that we're here."

"I won't argue with that. We need you as much as you need us...it's a mutual cooperation. There isn't any denying the modifications you've made have made this ship exceed its maximum tested velocities and we've crossed distances not even dreamed of yet. You'll need us though to help you track them down or at least keep the engine running," Richard said. "Though if I were you, I'd at least remember the drink you might want to have the next time."

"He did not tell me what it was. Scott merely said it was green."

The barmaid arrived with a Guiness for Chambers and several green drinks for Tomar who looked at them hungrily.

Chambers smile at the barmaid. "Thanks," handed her the credits, watched her leave and looked back over at Tomar.

Tomar poured one of the green drinks into a glass and downed it, smacking his lips. "A bit weak, but palatable."

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Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:47 pm

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2015-10-27T19:46:47-04:00

Re: Mission 6, Day 8. Morning - Anomalies

Ridika sighed. "Transfer the diagnostic results to a PADD and let's all take a field trip to the Ready Room." She turned to Greg. "You're mighty quiet, Ensign. Do you have any thoughts, before my suggestion becomes an order?"

Mallett smiled over at Ridika, "Oh, I'm betting you would like that, wouldn't you? But no, I have no other suggestions other than making sure your ass stays intact."

T'Pruk looked slightly confused at Myers and Mallett and asked, "Why would your posterior not remain intact, Lieutenant Myers?"

NM

Suddenly, the ship gave such a bone-shaking lurch forward that Ridika had to grab the console in front of her just to keep from keeling over onto the floor.

"...The hell...?" she wondered out loud to herself once she regained balance. Knowing that this was totally unnatural for the America, she looked back at Mallett and T'Pruk with wide, surprised eyes and quickly said, "I'll be in Engineering," before taking off for the door in a fast-paced, yet professional, walk...not even looking back to see whether or not the pair were following her.

Shortly thereafter, Ridika briskly strode through the doors of Engineering and immediately asked, "What the hell was that?! Is everybody alright?"

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Lieutenant Ridika Myers
Asst. Chief Engineering Officer
USS America

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:46 pm

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2015-10-27T19:45:29-04:00

Mission 6, Day 8 Morning - The Chase Begins

O'Connor was on the bridge, looking over at her pregnant XO. _There's something not natural or right about that pregnancy. We're going to figure it out._

Two striking figures walked onto the bridge. They were Rojan and Kelinda. Their hands were joined. Kelinda's top part of her outfit left little to the imagination. Rojan spoke, "Captain, while we have far exceeded your ship's capabilities with the drive we have installed, we must get going if we are going to catch up to the other ship."

O'Connor looked over her crew and then at Chambers.

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"I guess we had better get going, then. Ensign Lidell, maximum warp, whatever that is."

Ensign Lidell, a mousey brunette male, acknoweldged and America quickly lurched forward, sending anyone standing, except the Kelvans, across the ship.

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Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:45 pm

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2015-10-27T19:44:24-04:00

Re: [uss_america_a] Mission 6, Day 8. Morning - Anomalies

Mallett start running some routine diagnostics on the ship. There were several
anomolies, specifically that made America much more efficient that could
conceivably be possible. He looked at T'Pruk and asked, "Have you taken a look
at this?"

He raised Ridika on the comm and asked, "Myers, did you have something to do
with this?"

T'Pruk came over to the console, "I have not. What is it that you wish me to
see?"

Ridika hit the nearest comm button to patch herself through to Science. "If you
mean the ship being able to "go to plaid"...then, I wish, but no. It was like
this when I got here. What do you have over there in Science?"

T'Pruk raised an eyebrow. "Go to plaid? How could a ship go to a design? Her
statements are illogical."

"What I have here is a very confused Vulcan," he said laughing. "T'Pruk is
wondering how America could go to a design." He laughed again over the comm.

"I have no idea what I am looking at," he admitted.

Ridika replied, "Neither do I. Mind if I come over and take a look at your
readings? Maybe I can figure out what I'm looking at if I have the whole
picture."

Mallett laughed, "Oh! So you're admitting that you need Science's help! That
Engineering is not the end all and be all of the ship!"
T'Pruk told Mallett, 'You're looking at a console that seems to indicate that
America can go Warp 11 and beyond. These are very sophisticated equations. It
would take me days just to attempt to grasp them."

Ridika responded, "Now, don't you get all high and mighty on me, Mallett. We're
still the ones that make the ship run. Anyway, T'Pruk's right, America's capable
of a velocity beyond Warp 11. How this was done in a day, I'm not sure...and I'm
not even sure it's possible with our current technology...which means some
really advanced material is being used, and I think Engineering's gonna need
Science's help to fully analyze what exactly's being used on the ship."

"I thought you liked it when I got high and mighty," he said laughing again.
"So, your place or mine?"

T'pruk asked, "This must be what you humans describe as 'flirting.' It is a
highly inefficient process."

Ridika rolled her eyes and smiled at Greg's comment. "I'll come to you." With
that, she left her console, walked out of Engineering, and headed over to
Science.

When Ridika arrived, Greg was leaning over a panel shaking his head.
The engineer furrowed her eyebrows and cocked her head to one side, giving Greg
a curious look. "What?" She then turned to T'Pruk and asked, "What have you guys
found?"

T'Pruk answered, "I have not learned anything at this point." She rose from her
fixed posture over the panel. "In fact, what has been accomplished by the
Kelvans is theoretically not possible."

"What she said," Greg concurred. "This is more like magic."

Chuckling, Ridika replied, "Well, I expect T'Pruk will agree with me when I
remind you that magic is an illogical explanation for what's going on."

"You are correct, Lieutenant Myers. It merely is obvious that we have not
bridged the gap between our science and that of the Kelvans."

"In other words, we may as well call it magic," Mallett insisted.

"Or a leap in technology. It is possible that the Kelvans have much more
advanced technology than we do. I'm not too sure, however, how I feel about
having this alien technology in this ship."

"Feelings are irrelevant," T'Pruk reminded Myers. "These are the Captain's
orders."

Ridika nodded. "Yes, but, orders or not...the Captain once made me CEO because I
know my engineering...and, of all people, she would know that I don't work
merely off of orders. I think she might need to know about
these...modifications."

"What is to say that she does not know?"

"I'm not sure she knows the extent to which the modifications are being made."

"Then what do you suggest?"

Ridika sighed. "Transfer the diagnostic results to a PADD and let's all take a
field trip to the Ready Room." She turned to Greg. "You're mighty quiet, Ensign.
Do you have any thoughts, before my suggestion becomes an order?"

Mallett smiled over at Ridika, "Oh, I'm betting you would like that, wouldn't you? But no, I have no other suggestions other than making sure your ass stays intact."

T'Pruk looked slightly confused at Myers and Mallett and asked, "Why would your posterior not remain intact, Lieutenant Myers?"

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Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:44 pm

Archives • Re: Mission 6

2015-10-27T19:43:55-04:00

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:43 pm

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2015-10-27T19:43:03-04:00

Re: [uss_america_a] Re: Mission 6, Day 7 - Beaming Up

Shaking his head in disbelief, Brian made his way quietly over to T'Pruk.

"That... whatever the heck just happened... I think that happened to me earlier." A worried look crossed his face, "Are there any side-effects? "

"Tell me, Lieutenant Pendragon, why is it that humans continue to use redundancies, such as 'side effects.' There only are causes and effects. Everything is an interaction, so how could something be other than the effect?"

tag - Pendragon

The equivalent of a Vulcan "rant" completed, T'Pruk said, "As far as I am aware there are no reported cases of adverse effects on those who have been crystalized. Most of the Enterprise crew had that happen to them and to date, no records indicate a problem."

tag - Pendragon

What could they do? The visitor seemed to be holding all the cards. Brian wondered, if they were prepared to do that to someone, what if what they wanted the crew to do was something bad? Would he be able to contemplate sabotage? B but without knowing what Tomar wanted, how would he know what to prevent? Maybe if he helped set up whatever it was, he could get a better idea of where it was going, whether it was a good thing and if not, what could be done about it.

He turned to Wells. "Ma'am. I've finished the level three diagnostic – no irregularities. Is there something else I can help with?"

NM

"Not at present." Laura said in a soft voice while looking straight ahead. "Unless you want to assist Lieutenant Myers in improving deflector shield strength capacity..?"

She looked over at him and nodded.

[tags]

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:43 pm

Archives • Re: Mission 6

2015-10-27T19:42:38-04:00

Re: [uss_america_a] Re: Mission 6, Day 8 - Morning - A New Reality

Laura was deep in thought while watching Tomar as the two arrived. She looked over seeing Myers and remembering how she stormed out last night. The CEO had been up all night without any sleep. And like Chambers and others, she had her own doubts about the Kelvans and was less likely to leave her engine room unless she had to.

The southern girl nodded toward Myers panel. "Assume your station, Lieutenant." she said softly. "We're about done here."

Ridika nodded and replied, "Aye." She turned back to Greg, put her hands
behind her back in a more professional manner, and said, "Thank you,
Ensign," while secretly giving him a smile.
Mallett was not about to stand for that. He gave Ridika a pat on her butt in a way that he knew Wells would see. He smiled at Wells and headed back to science.

NM
Laura just shook her head. _I really don't care what's going on with those two, I'm more worried about how we're going to handle this situation._ she thought.

OM

She made her way to her panel and, still not trusting this Tomar character,
ran a systems scan and diagnostic of the warp core. Everything seemed
fine...for now...but Myers still had her doubts.

The diagnostics revealed that America had double the warp capacity than it had the day before. Myers could not understand the configurations but she did know what the result was.

Myers looked up to where Wells was standing, wondering if the Lieutenant knew anything about these modifications. "Chief, are you aware that the warp capacity has doubled within the past 24 hours?" She felt a shiver run down her spine at the fact that she was making the next statement, "We are now able to exceed Warp 11."

Laura had seen it, and she was quite frankly just as worried herself. "Yes Lieutenant, I'm aware of it. So is the Captain, continue your duties." She walked over and gave Myers a look. "And while you're at it, look for ways to strengthen our deflector shield integrity to improve hull stress.."

It was a definite signal without saying it, the CEO agreed with Myers and was just as worried. But, she had no idea what to do at the moment against their visitors.

[tags..I'll try to respond faster next time, very busy over here]

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:42 pm

Archives • Re: Mission 6

2015-10-27T19:36:57-04:00

Mission 6, Day 8. Morning - Anomalies

This is a JP between:

Ensign Greg Mallett
Lieutenant JG T'Pruk
Lieutenant Ridika Myers

ON:

Mallett start running some routine diagnostics on the ship. There were several anomolies, specifically that made America much more efficient that could conceivably be possible. He looked at T'Pruk and asked, "Have you taken a look at this?"

He raised Ridika on the comm and asked, "Myers, did you have something to do with this?"

T'Pruk came over to the console, "I have not. What is it that you wish me to see?"

Ridika hit the nearest comm button to patch herself through to Science. "If you mean the ship being able to "go to plaid"...then, I wish, but no. It was like this when I got here. What do you have over there in Science?"

T'Pruk raised an eyebrow. "Go to plaid? How could a ship go to a design? Her statements are illogical."

"What I have here is a very confused Vulcan," he said laughing. "T'Pruk is wondering how America could go to a design." He laughed again over the comm.

"I have no idea what I am looking at," he admitted.

Ridika replied, "Neither do I. Mind if I come over and take a look at your readings? Maybe I can figure out what I'm looking at if I have the whole picture."

Mallett laughed, "Oh! So you're admitting that you need Science's help! That Engineering is not the end all and be all of the ship!"
T'Pruk told Mallett, 'You're looking at a console that seems to indicate that America can go Warp 11 and beyond. These are very sophisticated equations. It would take me days just to attempt to grasp them."

Ridika responded, "Now, don't you get all high and mighty on me, Mallett. We're still the ones that make the ship run. Anyway, T'Pruk's right, America's capable of a velocity beyond Warp 11. How this was done in a day, I'm not sure...and I'm not even sure it's possible with our current technology...which means some really advanced material is being used, and I think Engineering's gonna need Science's help to fully analyze what exactly's being used on the ship."

"I thought you liked it when I got high and mighty," he said laughing again. "So, your place or mine?"

T'pruk asked, "This must be what you humans describe as 'flirting.' It is a highly inefficient process."

Ridika rolled her eyes and smiled at Greg's comment. "I'll come to you." With that, she left her console, walked out of Engineering, and headed over to Science.

When Ridika arrived, Greg was leaning over a panel shaking his head.
The engineer furrowed her eyebrows and cocked her head to one side, giving Greg a curious look. "What?" She then turned to T'Pruk and asked, "What have you guys found?"

T'Pruk answered, "I have not learned anything at this point." She rose from her fixed posture over the panel. "In fact, what has been accomplished by the Kelvans is theoretically not possible."

"What she said," Greg concurred. "This is more like magic."

Chuckling, Ridika replied, "Well, I expect T'Pruk will agree with me when I remind you that magic is an illogical explanation for what's going on."

"You are correct, Lieutenant Myers. It merely is obvious that we have not bridged the gap between our science and that of the Kelvans."

"In other words, we may as well call it magic," Mallett insisted.

"Or a leap in technology. It is possible that the Kelvans have much more advanced technology than we do. I'm not too sure, however, how I feel about having this alien technology in this ship."

"Feelings are irrelevant," T'Pruk reminded Myers. "These are the Captain's orders."

Ridika nodded. "Yes, but, orders or not...the Captain once made me CEO because I know my engineering...and, of all people, she would know that I don't work merely off of orders. I think she might need to know about these...modifications."

"What is to say that she does not know?"

"I'm not sure she knows the extent to which the modifications are being made."

"Then what do you suggest?"

Ridika sighed. "Transfer the diagnostic results to a PADD and let's all take a field trip to the Ready Room." She turned to Greg. "You're mighty quiet, Ensign. Do you have any thoughts, before my suggestion becomes an order?"

(tags)

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:36 pm

Archives • Re: Mission 6

2015-10-27T19:35:52-04:00

Re: Mission 6, Day 8 - Morning - A New Reality

--- In uss_america_a@yahoogroups.com, stuartcollis@... wrote:
>
> Laura was deep in thought
> while watching Tomar as the two arrived. She looked over seeing Myers
> and remembering how she stormed out last night. The CEO had been up all
> night without any sleep. And like Chambers and others, she had her own
> doubts about the Kelvans and was less likely to leave her engine room unless she had to.
>
> The southern girl nodded toward Myers panel. "Assume your station, Lieutenant." she said softly. "We're about done here."
>
> Ridika
> nodded and replied, "Aye." She turned back to Greg, put her hands
> behind her back in a more professional manner, and said, "Thank you,
> Ensign," while secretly giving him a smile.
>
> ++++
>
> Mallett was not about to stand for that. He gave Ridika a pat on her butt in a way that he knew Wells would see. He smiled at Wells and headed back to science.
>
> tag - Wells
>
> ^^^^^^
>
> She
> made her way to her panel and, still not trusting this Tomar character,
> ran a systems scan and diagnostic of the warp core. Everything seemed
> fine...for now...but Myers still had her doubts.
>
> ++++
>
> The diagnostics revealed that America had double the warp capacity than it had the day before. Myers could not understand the configurations but she did know what the result was.

NM

Myers looked up to where Wells was standing, wondering if the Lieutenant knew anything about these modifications. "Chief, are you aware that the warp capacity has doubled within the past 24 hours?" She felt a shiver run down her spine at the fact that she was making the next statement, "We are now able to exceed Warp 11."

tags

Lieutenant Ridika Myers
Asst. Chief Engineer
USS America NCC-1776-A

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:35 pm

Archives • Re: Mission 6

2015-10-27T19:35:23-04:00

Re: [uss_america_a] Re: Mission 6, Day 7 - Beaming Up

Brian looked up as the volume of the conversation the other side of Main Engineering picked up. Security guy was looking tense, the alien visitor was looking calm, Wells was looking uncomfortable, T'Pruk was looking... Brian took a deep breath... T'Pruk was looking cool and capable as ever.

Then, security guy disappeared, leaving a multi-faceted gem of some sort on the floor where he'd been standing. Brian's jaw dropped. The alien was looking smug as all hell – it had to be him doing something, but what? Then, security guy reappeared, for all the world as if nothing had happened.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Brian made his way quietly over to T'Pruk.

"That... whatever the heck just happened... I think that happened to me earlier." A worried look crossed his face, "Are there any side-effects?"

++++

"Tell me, Lieutenant Pendragon, why is it that humans continue to use redundancies, such as 'side effects.' There only are causes and effects. Everything is an interaction, so how could something be other than the effect?"

tag - Pendragon

The equivalent of a Vulcan "rant" completed, T'Pruk said, "As far as I am aware there are no reported cases of adverse effects on those who have been crystalized. Most of the Enterprise crew had that happen to them and to date, no records indicate a problem."

tag - Pendragon

What could they do? The visitor seemed to be holding all the cards. Brian wondered, if they were prepared to do that to someone, what if what they wanted the crew to do was something bad? Would he be able to contemplate sabotage? B but without knowing what Tomar wanted, how would he know what to prevent? Maybe if he helped set up whatever it was, he could get a better idea of where it was going, whether it was a good thing and if not, what could be done about it.

He turned to Wells. "Ma'am. I've finished the level three diagnostic – no irregularities. Is there something else I can help with?"

tag - Wells

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:35 pm

Archives • Re: Mission 6

2015-10-27T19:34:58-04:00

Re: Mission 6, Day 7 - Beaming Up

(OK, this time in plain text, and previewed before I post it... Bleah...)

Brian looked up as the volume of the conversation the other side of Main Engineering picked up. Security guy was looking tense, the alien visitor was looking calm, Wells was looking uncomfortable, T'Pruk was looking... Brian took a deep breath... T'Pruk was looking cool and capable as ever.

Then, security guy disappeared, leaving a multi-faceted gem of some sort on the floor where he'd been standing. Brian's jaw dropped. The alien was looking smug as all hell it had to be him doing something, but what? Then, security guy reappeared, for all the world as if nothing had happened.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Brian made his way quietly over to T'Pruk.

"That... whatever the heck just happened... I think that happened to me earlier." A worried look crossed his face, "Are there any side-effects?"

TAG T'Pruk

What could they do? The visitor seemed to be holding all the cards. Brian wondered, if they were prepared to do that to someone, what if what they wanted the crew to do was something bad? Would he be able to contemplate sabotage? B but without knowing what Tomar wanted, how would he know what to prevent? Maybe if he helped set up whatever it was, he could get a better idea of where it was going, whether it was a good thing and if not, what could be done about it.

He turned to Wells. "Ma'am. I've finished the level three diagnostic no irregularities. Is there something else I can help with?"

Lt jg Brian Pendragon
Engineering

Statistics: Posted by Amanda Rose — Tue Oct 27, 2015 7:34 pm