The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
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The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
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"All this has happened before --"
"But it doesn't have to happen again. Not if we make up our minds to change. Take a different path. Right here, right now."
"But it doesn't have to happen again. Not if we make up our minds to change. Take a different path. Right here, right now."
Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
The Story So Far
2156
Lieutenant Federov led his rescue team after the captured MACO Commander, Lt. Nelson, with whom he met up with just outside a large underground bunker, having escaped his cell with the aid of Xiva, a mysterious Orion female, whose true motives were unknown.
Above, the NX-06 USS Buran fought a small Romulan ship to cover the insertion of the rescue team. She managed to destroy her attacker, but not before the small Romulan ship lost control and slammed into the Buran’s starboard warp nacelle, shearing it half off, and insuring the ship would not be able to escape into warp. Captain Chinatsu relayed their circumstances to the away team, and again Xiva showed her value when she informed them the Orion Pirate Vessel the Quicksilver had landed and been concealed on the planets surface. Chinatsu ordered the team to secure that ship, and under Lt. Nelson’s lead re-engaged with the bloodthirsty pirates. The away party was sorely outnumbered, but the superior training of Nelson’s MACOs and Federov’s Security detachment carried them through, not without a cost. By the time they reached the Quicksilver, many of their men were dead, and Nelson had suffered a life threatening injury. Federov took command of the ship, as Xiva flew to the helm and began cycling the ship online, while the others saw to their own wounded. They quickly blasted their way off world and rendezvoused with the Buran.
The Orion ship was a marvel. It had a massive forward laser cannon, and engines that, if could be believed, could reach warp six. The crew of the Buran began to evacuate to the Orion ship, when the suddenly detected two more incoming Romulan warships, inbound at warp seven. In that moment, they all knew that the evacuating crew would need something to delay the Romulans, to give them enough time to reach friendly lines.
Without hesitation, Captain Chinatsu called for volunteers to form a skeleton crew which would stay with the Buran, and ambush the Romulans in system, before they could pick up the Quicksilver’s warp signature. She stayed behind with twenty volunteers, including Lt. Jg. Salvador Diego who would act as her Executive Officer during what they all knew to be their final mission. With all efficiency the Quicksilver was on her way at top speed toward Earth, carrying the survivors of the Buran. Just before passing from sensor range completely, the detected the Buran engage both Romulan ships, but almost justly were unable to witness her final sacrifice and fiery death in space. This marked the beginning of the Earth/Romulan War.
When they arrived, the survivors were heralded as heroes. The Quicksilver was quickly given to the Starfleet Corps of Engineers and studied, providing the basis for massive leaps forward in warp drive and focused energy weapons. These technological breakthroughs were immediately included into the design of Earth’s newest class of Starship, the Daedalus.
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2158
The USS Daedalus was commissioned in January 2158 with her sister ship, the USS Aegis commissioned two weeks after. Starfleet was experiencing a manpower shortage and many formerly junior officers were suddenly finding themselves in the center seat of a starship, as did Captain Federov former Armory Officer of the Buran, who was most directly credited with delivering warp six technology to Earth.
Using all of his clout, and nearly every favor he had ever cultivated, he managed to reassemble most of the Buran’s surviving staff. He hoped that once again, with there help, they would somehow bring back another even greater prize to Earth….VICTORY.
2156
Lieutenant Federov led his rescue team after the captured MACO Commander, Lt. Nelson, with whom he met up with just outside a large underground bunker, having escaped his cell with the aid of Xiva, a mysterious Orion female, whose true motives were unknown.
Above, the NX-06 USS Buran fought a small Romulan ship to cover the insertion of the rescue team. She managed to destroy her attacker, but not before the small Romulan ship lost control and slammed into the Buran’s starboard warp nacelle, shearing it half off, and insuring the ship would not be able to escape into warp. Captain Chinatsu relayed their circumstances to the away team, and again Xiva showed her value when she informed them the Orion Pirate Vessel the Quicksilver had landed and been concealed on the planets surface. Chinatsu ordered the team to secure that ship, and under Lt. Nelson’s lead re-engaged with the bloodthirsty pirates. The away party was sorely outnumbered, but the superior training of Nelson’s MACOs and Federov’s Security detachment carried them through, not without a cost. By the time they reached the Quicksilver, many of their men were dead, and Nelson had suffered a life threatening injury. Federov took command of the ship, as Xiva flew to the helm and began cycling the ship online, while the others saw to their own wounded. They quickly blasted their way off world and rendezvoused with the Buran.
The Orion ship was a marvel. It had a massive forward laser cannon, and engines that, if could be believed, could reach warp six. The crew of the Buran began to evacuate to the Orion ship, when the suddenly detected two more incoming Romulan warships, inbound at warp seven. In that moment, they all knew that the evacuating crew would need something to delay the Romulans, to give them enough time to reach friendly lines.
Without hesitation, Captain Chinatsu called for volunteers to form a skeleton crew which would stay with the Buran, and ambush the Romulans in system, before they could pick up the Quicksilver’s warp signature. She stayed behind with twenty volunteers, including Lt. Jg. Salvador Diego who would act as her Executive Officer during what they all knew to be their final mission. With all efficiency the Quicksilver was on her way at top speed toward Earth, carrying the survivors of the Buran. Just before passing from sensor range completely, the detected the Buran engage both Romulan ships, but almost justly were unable to witness her final sacrifice and fiery death in space. This marked the beginning of the Earth/Romulan War.
When they arrived, the survivors were heralded as heroes. The Quicksilver was quickly given to the Starfleet Corps of Engineers and studied, providing the basis for massive leaps forward in warp drive and focused energy weapons. These technological breakthroughs were immediately included into the design of Earth’s newest class of Starship, the Daedalus.
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2158
The USS Daedalus was commissioned in January 2158 with her sister ship, the USS Aegis commissioned two weeks after. Starfleet was experiencing a manpower shortage and many formerly junior officers were suddenly finding themselves in the center seat of a starship, as did Captain Federov former Armory Officer of the Buran, who was most directly credited with delivering warp six technology to Earth.
Using all of his clout, and nearly every favor he had ever cultivated, he managed to reassemble most of the Buran’s surviving staff. He hoped that once again, with there help, they would somehow bring back another even greater prize to Earth….VICTORY.
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
USS Aegis – Main Transporter Room
From Lieutenant Brian Sinclair’s perspective, the transporter room materialized from the grey haze that replaced the transport station he’d just departed from. This was his first time actually setting foot on a Daedalus class starship, and to say that he was impressed with what he saw would be the understatement of the year. Transporter technology was still a new concept for most people, but it fascinated Sinclair. The room was reasonably large, and he found himself standing on a raised platform, on one of six separate pads. As the senior officer just beaming on board, he stepped off the platform first and up to the young duty officer holding a PADD to check the crew in as they came.
“Lt. Sinclair, Chief Armory Officer.” He stated “Requesting permission for the transport team to come aboard.”
The young Ensign responded in a crisp manner “Permission granted and welcome aboard. I’m Ensign Gomes, Asst Personnel Officer.” He turned to two crewmen who stepped out from behind the shielded console. “Crewman Rivinski, please take our enlisted crew down to the Chief of the Watch and get them settled. Crewman Flanagan, please escort Lt. Sinclair and…” he looked uncertainly at a younger officer wearing JG pips,
“Lt Jg, Harmon Styles. Chief Navigation Officer.” The younger man replied.
“…and Lt Styles to their quarters.” The Ensign finished. “Mr. Sinclair, I have a note here instructing you to report to the Captain after you’ve stowed your gear and gotten settled, Sir. Mr. Styles, you’re off duty until tomorrow at 0800 hours, which is when Alpha Shift begins. Provided the Captain has no contradictory orders, the same will hold true for you as well, Mr. Sinclair.”
With a polite nod to the Ensign, Lt Sinclair and Lt Jg Styles followed after their escort. The hallways were larger than what Sinclair expected, but he supposed it stood to reason. This ship would be carrying in excess of two hundred people, counting it’s MACO contingent, and once the ship was at capacity he imagined that while these hallways were gigantic compared to the hallways of a Neptune class, or even an NX class ship, they’d be rather crowded.
The crewman, who still had acne on his cheeks, was giving them a brief rundown of the ship, and a short history of the ships design. Sinclair could recite these facts better than the young man could so he let his mind wander back to the home he’d just left.
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The Percolator Coffee House-San Francisco-Earth
“So, what can you tell us about your new assignment Brian?” His father asked.
“Not much, Dad.” Sinclair said regretfully.
He missed being able to confide in his parents. But, as a Starfleet Officer in a time of war, he took security very seriously, and his parents had spent enough time with Starfleet Officers, Enlisted personnel, Cadets, Instructors, Trainees, and Recruits to become virtual experts on Starfleet Regs. More than once, his father had sent a group of youngsters off to bed after they’d taken an all night cram session way to far, quoting Academy Regulation 23-A which stated that Cadets were required to sleep at least six hours a day. It was a running joke at the Academy that while there actually was no such regulation, it was one of the most quoted Regs around. It was this expertise that forced his folks not to press the issue no matter how much they wanted to know.
“Is there anything you can tell us, sweetheart?” His mother asked.
Smiling, Brain said “My new ships name is the USS Aegis. She’s the second Daedalus class starship to be commissioned. I’ll be serving under Captain Federov, and word is that he’s one of the best.”
With a laugh his Dad said, “I think I remember him. Double latte with two espresso shots, and he’d order it in that Russian accent that he can turn on and off at will.”
“I’ll take your word for it, Dad.” Brian laughed in return.
His mother looked at him for a moment before tears began welling in her eyes. “Your going to front line that means, won’t you.”
With a sigh he replied “Most likely, Mom. But don’t worry, the Aegis is one of the most powerful ships in the entire fleet. Not only is this class the most heavily armed, she’s even got Starfleets brand new deflector shield technology. Enemy fire can’t even touch the ship while those things are up.”
“Um Son,” his Dad interjected “Is that something you should be talking about?”
With a shrug, Brian replied “For whatever reason, the existence of the new laser and shield technology isn’t classified, only the specs are. I assume the Romulans already know that we have it.”
Just then, he heard the front door chime go off, and two children’s voices come barging in rambling something that kids take so seriously. With a smile he took a knee and open his arms wide. Half a heartbeat later the two children noticed him and screamed “Daddy!” and his son’s flew into his arms. He held them tightly for a moment, kissing both of their heads, before letting them go upstairs to drop their books off. Normally, his parents insisted that homework be done immediately after school, but since their father would be deploying soon, and it WAS Friday, it could wait till Sunday night, giving Brian time with the boys.
Sunday night, Brian had his bag packed and was going to walk over to the Academy to beam up to his ship which was in drydock now. Jonny and Jeff were begging him not to go yet, pleading for just five more minutes. He’d indulged them as long as he could but he really had to leave now, or risk reporting for duty late.
In a little boy’s voice Jonny asked his father “Are you gonna die?”
With a reassuring smile to the boys he said, “My ship is named the Aegis. The Aegis was what the Greek God Zeus named his Shield. He used that shield to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves and that’s what I have to do. I can’t promise you that nothing will happen to me, but I will promise you that I will do the absolutely best that I can to come home to you.”
With a smile Jeff told him “When I grow up, I’m gonna join Starfleet just like you Dad!” Jonny echoed “Me too, me too!”
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USS Aegis – Captain’s Ready Room
Lt. Sinclair stood at ease in front of Captain Federov’s desk. Federov quietly perused something on his terminal, likely Sinclair’s file he’d guessed.
“Mr. Sinclair” Captain Federov said “There is something that I need you to know. Most of my command crew was hand picked by me. You, Lieutenant, were not. This in no way is to be construed as any sort of favoritism. I needed an outstanding Armory Officer and your name was at the top of a very impressive list. I want you to know that if I didn’t have complete faith in you, Mister, then you wouldn’t be here.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Sinclair replied not being able to repress a smile of pride.
“By the way” the Captain asked “have you ever worked with MACOs before?”
“On the Enterprise, Captain” Sinclair replied “When we went after the Xindi, we had a detachment on board with us. They took some getting used too, but in the end they got they’re job done.”
“Good” Federov replied “now why don’t you get to know the Aegis a bit better and get some rest. Your first shift is tomorrow. Dismissed, Lieutenant.”
From Lieutenant Brian Sinclair’s perspective, the transporter room materialized from the grey haze that replaced the transport station he’d just departed from. This was his first time actually setting foot on a Daedalus class starship, and to say that he was impressed with what he saw would be the understatement of the year. Transporter technology was still a new concept for most people, but it fascinated Sinclair. The room was reasonably large, and he found himself standing on a raised platform, on one of six separate pads. As the senior officer just beaming on board, he stepped off the platform first and up to the young duty officer holding a PADD to check the crew in as they came.
“Lt. Sinclair, Chief Armory Officer.” He stated “Requesting permission for the transport team to come aboard.”
The young Ensign responded in a crisp manner “Permission granted and welcome aboard. I’m Ensign Gomes, Asst Personnel Officer.” He turned to two crewmen who stepped out from behind the shielded console. “Crewman Rivinski, please take our enlisted crew down to the Chief of the Watch and get them settled. Crewman Flanagan, please escort Lt. Sinclair and…” he looked uncertainly at a younger officer wearing JG pips,
“Lt Jg, Harmon Styles. Chief Navigation Officer.” The younger man replied.
“…and Lt Styles to their quarters.” The Ensign finished. “Mr. Sinclair, I have a note here instructing you to report to the Captain after you’ve stowed your gear and gotten settled, Sir. Mr. Styles, you’re off duty until tomorrow at 0800 hours, which is when Alpha Shift begins. Provided the Captain has no contradictory orders, the same will hold true for you as well, Mr. Sinclair.”
With a polite nod to the Ensign, Lt Sinclair and Lt Jg Styles followed after their escort. The hallways were larger than what Sinclair expected, but he supposed it stood to reason. This ship would be carrying in excess of two hundred people, counting it’s MACO contingent, and once the ship was at capacity he imagined that while these hallways were gigantic compared to the hallways of a Neptune class, or even an NX class ship, they’d be rather crowded.
The crewman, who still had acne on his cheeks, was giving them a brief rundown of the ship, and a short history of the ships design. Sinclair could recite these facts better than the young man could so he let his mind wander back to the home he’d just left.
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The Percolator Coffee House-San Francisco-Earth
“So, what can you tell us about your new assignment Brian?” His father asked.
“Not much, Dad.” Sinclair said regretfully.
He missed being able to confide in his parents. But, as a Starfleet Officer in a time of war, he took security very seriously, and his parents had spent enough time with Starfleet Officers, Enlisted personnel, Cadets, Instructors, Trainees, and Recruits to become virtual experts on Starfleet Regs. More than once, his father had sent a group of youngsters off to bed after they’d taken an all night cram session way to far, quoting Academy Regulation 23-A which stated that Cadets were required to sleep at least six hours a day. It was a running joke at the Academy that while there actually was no such regulation, it was one of the most quoted Regs around. It was this expertise that forced his folks not to press the issue no matter how much they wanted to know.
“Is there anything you can tell us, sweetheart?” His mother asked.
Smiling, Brain said “My new ships name is the USS Aegis. She’s the second Daedalus class starship to be commissioned. I’ll be serving under Captain Federov, and word is that he’s one of the best.”
With a laugh his Dad said, “I think I remember him. Double latte with two espresso shots, and he’d order it in that Russian accent that he can turn on and off at will.”
“I’ll take your word for it, Dad.” Brian laughed in return.
His mother looked at him for a moment before tears began welling in her eyes. “Your going to front line that means, won’t you.”
With a sigh he replied “Most likely, Mom. But don’t worry, the Aegis is one of the most powerful ships in the entire fleet. Not only is this class the most heavily armed, she’s even got Starfleets brand new deflector shield technology. Enemy fire can’t even touch the ship while those things are up.”
“Um Son,” his Dad interjected “Is that something you should be talking about?”
With a shrug, Brian replied “For whatever reason, the existence of the new laser and shield technology isn’t classified, only the specs are. I assume the Romulans already know that we have it.”
Just then, he heard the front door chime go off, and two children’s voices come barging in rambling something that kids take so seriously. With a smile he took a knee and open his arms wide. Half a heartbeat later the two children noticed him and screamed “Daddy!” and his son’s flew into his arms. He held them tightly for a moment, kissing both of their heads, before letting them go upstairs to drop their books off. Normally, his parents insisted that homework be done immediately after school, but since their father would be deploying soon, and it WAS Friday, it could wait till Sunday night, giving Brian time with the boys.
Sunday night, Brian had his bag packed and was going to walk over to the Academy to beam up to his ship which was in drydock now. Jonny and Jeff were begging him not to go yet, pleading for just five more minutes. He’d indulged them as long as he could but he really had to leave now, or risk reporting for duty late.
In a little boy’s voice Jonny asked his father “Are you gonna die?”
With a reassuring smile to the boys he said, “My ship is named the Aegis. The Aegis was what the Greek God Zeus named his Shield. He used that shield to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves and that’s what I have to do. I can’t promise you that nothing will happen to me, but I will promise you that I will do the absolutely best that I can to come home to you.”
With a smile Jeff told him “When I grow up, I’m gonna join Starfleet just like you Dad!” Jonny echoed “Me too, me too!”
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USS Aegis – Captain’s Ready Room
Lt. Sinclair stood at ease in front of Captain Federov’s desk. Federov quietly perused something on his terminal, likely Sinclair’s file he’d guessed.
“Mr. Sinclair” Captain Federov said “There is something that I need you to know. Most of my command crew was hand picked by me. You, Lieutenant, were not. This in no way is to be construed as any sort of favoritism. I needed an outstanding Armory Officer and your name was at the top of a very impressive list. I want you to know that if I didn’t have complete faith in you, Mister, then you wouldn’t be here.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Sinclair replied not being able to repress a smile of pride.
“By the way” the Captain asked “have you ever worked with MACOs before?”
“On the Enterprise, Captain” Sinclair replied “When we went after the Xindi, we had a detachment on board with us. They took some getting used too, but in the end they got they’re job done.”
“Good” Federov replied “now why don’t you get to know the Aegis a bit better and get some rest. Your first shift is tomorrow. Dismissed, Lieutenant.”
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
Starfleet Medical ICU – Earth (three months after the destruction of the Buran)
“On behalf of a grateful planet” the President intoned “It is my honor to present 2nd Lieutenant Everett E. Nelson with the Terran Medal of Honor, our highest award.” He draped the medal over Nelson’s head, and extended his hand to shake “Congratulations Lieutenant.”
2nd Lieutenant Everett Nelson, former Commanding Officer of the Military Assault Command Operations detachment assigned to the ill fated USS Buran shook the President’s hand from the wheelchair in which he was confined. Nelson had suffered horrendous injuries as a result of the torture he endured during his capture, his subsequent escape, and finally the assault on the Orion ship the Quicksilver. His road to recovery would be a long one, and there was some discussion among the doctors if he’d ever walk again. This was the reason this award ceremony took place in private in the ICU of Starfleet Medical. Nelson was far from out of the woods, and infection was still a real danger.
After the President left, Nelson lay back once again in his bed, staring at the vid comm. It was official. Earth was now at war with the Romulan Star Empire. Nelson thought it odd that they were fighting and killing an adversary that they’d never even seen before, but at the moment, it wasn’t his fight. Looking down at the tubes coming out of his body, the mass of bandages, and his casted limbs, he morbidly wondered if it ever would be.
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Camp Pendleton – San Diego – Earth (January 2158)
“Go on in, Sir.” The Colonel’s clerk said.
Nelson walked up to the Colonel’s office door and holding with tradition knocked three times, waited to hear the order to enter, and then pressed the door control. When the door completely opened he walked up to Colonel Stabler’s desk, stopping three paces away, tucking his hat under his left arm and saluted as he said “Captain Everett E. Nelson reporting as ordered, Sir.”
The Colonel retuned the salute before ordering “At ease, Captain.”
Nelson assumed a more relaxed posture, spreading his feet to shoulder width and placing his right hand behind his back. He still felt a twinge in his right shoulder but he was so used to it the pain barely registered.
“Well MACO,” the Colonel said “Somebody wants you pretty damned badly. You’ve been specifically requested by division.”
“Requested to do what, Sir?” Nelson asked.
“To command the platoon assigned to Starfleet’s newest ship. The USS…” the Colonel referred to his computer again “…Aegis.”
“With respect Sir,” Nelson said “Has division made a mistake? I made Captain six months ago, and I’m a Company Commander now. Maybe they still think I’m a Lieutenant.”
“That’s a negative, Ev.” Stabler replied “These orders specifically state Captain Everett Nelson. You’ve been ordered to assemble a full platoon and report to the USS Aegis as her MACO officer. If you’d like, I can get you a temporary commission as a Major to avoid confusion.”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Colonel.” Nelson heard a familiar voice from behind. He turned and saw a man sitting unobtrusively in the corner of the office partially concealed behind a filing cabinet. He stood up, crossed the room and shook Nelson’s hand.
“What are you doing here, Phil?” Nelson asked
The Colonel barked “At ease MACO. You are addressing a flag officer and you WILL show respect.”
Nelson looked back at Federov with confusion, and only then did he notice that Federov’s uniform was now indeed trimmed in Command Gold, and sure enough he had four pips on his uniform now.
“I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t realize” Nelson said.
“Think nothing of it, Everett.” Federov said. “I think we should be able to distinguish between the two of us easily enough.”
“My question still stands, Sir.” Nelson said “I’m the Commanding Officer of Bravo Company. I’m a little rank heavy to serve as a platoon commander.”
“And I had a hell of a time convincing General Strode of that same point.” Federov chuckled “You wouldn’t believe how many favors I had to call in to get you assigned to the Aegis.”
“With all due respect, Captain” Nelson asked “Why me?”
“Because I know I can count on you when push comes to shove.” Federov said “Because we’re taking the fight to the Romulans, and they’ve got shock troops like you wouldn’t believe. I need people I can trust. I understand this is a step back for you, but I’m asking you anyway…will you accept the job?”
Federov held his hand out. Nelson smiled and clasped it tightly.
“Finally” he thought “Back into action.”
“On behalf of a grateful planet” the President intoned “It is my honor to present 2nd Lieutenant Everett E. Nelson with the Terran Medal of Honor, our highest award.” He draped the medal over Nelson’s head, and extended his hand to shake “Congratulations Lieutenant.”
2nd Lieutenant Everett Nelson, former Commanding Officer of the Military Assault Command Operations detachment assigned to the ill fated USS Buran shook the President’s hand from the wheelchair in which he was confined. Nelson had suffered horrendous injuries as a result of the torture he endured during his capture, his subsequent escape, and finally the assault on the Orion ship the Quicksilver. His road to recovery would be a long one, and there was some discussion among the doctors if he’d ever walk again. This was the reason this award ceremony took place in private in the ICU of Starfleet Medical. Nelson was far from out of the woods, and infection was still a real danger.
After the President left, Nelson lay back once again in his bed, staring at the vid comm. It was official. Earth was now at war with the Romulan Star Empire. Nelson thought it odd that they were fighting and killing an adversary that they’d never even seen before, but at the moment, it wasn’t his fight. Looking down at the tubes coming out of his body, the mass of bandages, and his casted limbs, he morbidly wondered if it ever would be.
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Camp Pendleton – San Diego – Earth (January 2158)
“Go on in, Sir.” The Colonel’s clerk said.
Nelson walked up to the Colonel’s office door and holding with tradition knocked three times, waited to hear the order to enter, and then pressed the door control. When the door completely opened he walked up to Colonel Stabler’s desk, stopping three paces away, tucking his hat under his left arm and saluted as he said “Captain Everett E. Nelson reporting as ordered, Sir.”
The Colonel retuned the salute before ordering “At ease, Captain.”
Nelson assumed a more relaxed posture, spreading his feet to shoulder width and placing his right hand behind his back. He still felt a twinge in his right shoulder but he was so used to it the pain barely registered.
“Well MACO,” the Colonel said “Somebody wants you pretty damned badly. You’ve been specifically requested by division.”
“Requested to do what, Sir?” Nelson asked.
“To command the platoon assigned to Starfleet’s newest ship. The USS…” the Colonel referred to his computer again “…Aegis.”
“With respect Sir,” Nelson said “Has division made a mistake? I made Captain six months ago, and I’m a Company Commander now. Maybe they still think I’m a Lieutenant.”
“That’s a negative, Ev.” Stabler replied “These orders specifically state Captain Everett Nelson. You’ve been ordered to assemble a full platoon and report to the USS Aegis as her MACO officer. If you’d like, I can get you a temporary commission as a Major to avoid confusion.”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Colonel.” Nelson heard a familiar voice from behind. He turned and saw a man sitting unobtrusively in the corner of the office partially concealed behind a filing cabinet. He stood up, crossed the room and shook Nelson’s hand.
“What are you doing here, Phil?” Nelson asked
The Colonel barked “At ease MACO. You are addressing a flag officer and you WILL show respect.”
Nelson looked back at Federov with confusion, and only then did he notice that Federov’s uniform was now indeed trimmed in Command Gold, and sure enough he had four pips on his uniform now.
“I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t realize” Nelson said.
“Think nothing of it, Everett.” Federov said. “I think we should be able to distinguish between the two of us easily enough.”
“My question still stands, Sir.” Nelson said “I’m the Commanding Officer of Bravo Company. I’m a little rank heavy to serve as a platoon commander.”
“And I had a hell of a time convincing General Strode of that same point.” Federov chuckled “You wouldn’t believe how many favors I had to call in to get you assigned to the Aegis.”
“With all due respect, Captain” Nelson asked “Why me?”
“Because I know I can count on you when push comes to shove.” Federov said “Because we’re taking the fight to the Romulans, and they’ve got shock troops like you wouldn’t believe. I need people I can trust. I understand this is a step back for you, but I’m asking you anyway…will you accept the job?”
Federov held his hand out. Nelson smiled and clasped it tightly.
“Finally” he thought “Back into action.”
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
== Starfleet Engineering Testing Laboratories ==
"Shut it off!"
The high pitched whine of the laser cannon subsided, Darwin could finally hear himself think.
Looking over the test results, a slight smile emerged on his face.
"Only 32% degradation after twenty-four hours... this looks good. Jenkins, take the specs to Commander Thorn. He'll be almost as pleased as I am."
The technician walked off, and Darwin sat at his desk looking at his new orders. Working for Starfleet Engineering was much more satisfying than in the engine room of a starship. Safer too. Two years ago, Darwin left the ship while his roommate Shravak stayed behind. He didn't have a choice really; they needed a good pilot for the last shuttle pod. Even so, Darwin felt guilty about leaving his post. He lost a lot of friends on that ship. A year of counselling didn't change much either.
And now he was returning to the engine room. Orders direct from Starfleet Headquarters for him to report to the USS Aegis under now Captain Federov.
Odd that to be going back to service aboard a starship after working in the Engineering Corp for only eighteen months, and serving under a former crew mate.
Darwin chuckled a bit.
Not too much time was wasted thinking about the past though. Shortly his mind moved back to his work; he still had three days to report and Darwin felt he could get something done in that amount of time.
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Three days passed quickly. Most of the time Darwin was training for his new assignment. Not everything had changed between the NX and the Daedalus class, but it was enough. New weapons, new engines, the shields he had worked on...
Now, four hours of sleep later, Darwin sat in the transport waiting to be taken to the USS Aegis. He wondered how long it would take before they saw action against the Romulans. Then he wondered if he actually wanted to.
"Shut it off!"
The high pitched whine of the laser cannon subsided, Darwin could finally hear himself think.
Looking over the test results, a slight smile emerged on his face.
"Only 32% degradation after twenty-four hours... this looks good. Jenkins, take the specs to Commander Thorn. He'll be almost as pleased as I am."
The technician walked off, and Darwin sat at his desk looking at his new orders. Working for Starfleet Engineering was much more satisfying than in the engine room of a starship. Safer too. Two years ago, Darwin left the ship while his roommate Shravak stayed behind. He didn't have a choice really; they needed a good pilot for the last shuttle pod. Even so, Darwin felt guilty about leaving his post. He lost a lot of friends on that ship. A year of counselling didn't change much either.
And now he was returning to the engine room. Orders direct from Starfleet Headquarters for him to report to the USS Aegis under now Captain Federov.
Odd that to be going back to service aboard a starship after working in the Engineering Corp for only eighteen months, and serving under a former crew mate.
Darwin chuckled a bit.
Not too much time was wasted thinking about the past though. Shortly his mind moved back to his work; he still had three days to report and Darwin felt he could get something done in that amount of time.
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Three days passed quickly. Most of the time Darwin was training for his new assignment. Not everything had changed between the NX and the Daedalus class, but it was enough. New weapons, new engines, the shields he had worked on...
Now, four hours of sleep later, Darwin sat in the transport waiting to be taken to the USS Aegis. He wondered how long it would take before they saw action against the Romulans. Then he wondered if he actually wanted to.
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Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
Harvey Fulton was tired. Not just physically exhausted, but mentally and emotionally drained. After the loss of the Buran he'd spent the entire trip home digging into the alien technology they'd acquired, working anywhere from 16 - 20 hours a day and fuelled by caffeine and adrenaline. That pace didn't abate much when they'd arrived at Earth, except to allow for the annoying debriefing sessions on which Earth Starfleet had insisted. Finally he had settled into a routine of good old-fashioned lab work and engineering; and while he had caught up on his rest, his mind had felt ever more restless and unfocused. Even though he had returned to Earth, he felt more rootless than ever... he'd even moved to New Jersey for a while to accept a fellowship at the National Institute for Advanced Study. That had lasted for about three weeks until he threw up his hands, called the other members of the think tank "useless eggheads with all the practical experience of a steaming pile," and walked out. He ended up back in San Francisco, helping refine the raw R&D of the Daedalus-class design into something practicable, but also became quiet and reserved - associates had even noticed Harvey becoming gracious and respectful.
When the communique from "Captain" Federov had come, Harvey didn't have the energy to even send a scathing and insulting message declining the invitation. Instead, he'd taken a few days off and went out - camping overnight, visiting some of his favorite urban haunts, and generally trying to reconnect with his old life. Finally, the awful truth had dawned on him; he belonged in (he couldn't even believe he was thinking it) space. From the downside of the opportunity to work with the Warp-5 project, space had become where his visions became reality; the proving-ground, as it were, for the work that was the ultimate expression of himself. The fact that space would be where he could best help defend Earth from those Romulan bastards only added to his realization.
So, he sent a terse acceptance to Federov and packed up his work. In the days leading up to his departure, the people at Earth Starfleet R&D noticed a focus, a kind of intensity, which they hadn't before. Now Harvey stood in the transporter room of the USS Aegis, casting a critical eye over the room.
"Welcome aboard, sir," said a young ensign. "I'm Gomes, assistant pers-"
"Hmm, I'm sure you are," Harvey replied absently, never once making eye contact with the young man. "I told them to insulate the walls in here better!"
"Sir?" asked the confused Gomes.
"I did things with transporters that they never even dreamed of, on the fly out there on the sharp end - and they're gonna ignore my advice?! Not on my ship. Garces!" he finished, finally speaking directly at the ensign standing next to the transporter console.
"*ahem* It's 'Gomes,' sir."
"Good for you. I want the interior walls of this room, and the secondary transporter room, covered with polymer varnish - and the pads and emitters housed in contained sulfur hexafluoride - before we get underway."
"Well, sir, I'm just a personnel officer, and..."
"I'm not worried about that right now. Get it done. Clear?! Ah, there we are," Harvey concluded as a couple of packing crates and a solitary valise appeared on the transporter pad. "You!" he shouted, looking at one of the enlisted men behind the console and then indicating the luggage. "This one goes to my workbench in engineering, those go to my quarters. And be careful, dammit! Some of those notes and tools are worth a damned sight more than you are!"
Harvey was definitely feeling much more like himself already.
When the communique from "Captain" Federov had come, Harvey didn't have the energy to even send a scathing and insulting message declining the invitation. Instead, he'd taken a few days off and went out - camping overnight, visiting some of his favorite urban haunts, and generally trying to reconnect with his old life. Finally, the awful truth had dawned on him; he belonged in (he couldn't even believe he was thinking it) space. From the downside of the opportunity to work with the Warp-5 project, space had become where his visions became reality; the proving-ground, as it were, for the work that was the ultimate expression of himself. The fact that space would be where he could best help defend Earth from those Romulan bastards only added to his realization.
So, he sent a terse acceptance to Federov and packed up his work. In the days leading up to his departure, the people at Earth Starfleet R&D noticed a focus, a kind of intensity, which they hadn't before. Now Harvey stood in the transporter room of the USS Aegis, casting a critical eye over the room.
"Welcome aboard, sir," said a young ensign. "I'm Gomes, assistant pers-"
"Hmm, I'm sure you are," Harvey replied absently, never once making eye contact with the young man. "I told them to insulate the walls in here better!"
"Sir?" asked the confused Gomes.
"I did things with transporters that they never even dreamed of, on the fly out there on the sharp end - and they're gonna ignore my advice?! Not on my ship. Garces!" he finished, finally speaking directly at the ensign standing next to the transporter console.
"*ahem* It's 'Gomes,' sir."
"Good for you. I want the interior walls of this room, and the secondary transporter room, covered with polymer varnish - and the pads and emitters housed in contained sulfur hexafluoride - before we get underway."
"Well, sir, I'm just a personnel officer, and..."
"I'm not worried about that right now. Get it done. Clear?! Ah, there we are," Harvey concluded as a couple of packing crates and a solitary valise appeared on the transporter pad. "You!" he shouted, looking at one of the enlisted men behind the console and then indicating the luggage. "This one goes to my workbench in engineering, those go to my quarters. And be careful, dammit! Some of those notes and tools are worth a damned sight more than you are!"
Harvey was definitely feeling much more like himself already.
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I got the high gloss luster
I'll massacre your ass as fast
as Bull offed Custer
I got the high gloss luster
I'll massacre your ass as fast
as Bull offed Custer
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Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
Vulcan Science Directorate
"T'Varaan, you must understand our assumption. It was logical; You belong within your own kind where your extraordinary scientific abilities can benefit those on your homeworld," Director Steral said sternly from upon his perched position of the academy directorate board. To his left sat directors S'dal and T'Panet; to his right sat directors Skenan and T'Pil. Each one looked at the commander with expressions of disdain, disbelief or even hostility.
"You forget, Director, that I am not one of you. Is it not a usual requirement of the directorate to have attained kholinar to be a research specialist? Is it not, by default, expected of any vulcan? I failed to pass that test; I am different. My choice and will are my own. I applied here because it was an eminently suitable position for someone with my profession; now that profession can be put to use somewhere where it may be of consequence," She replied, staring directly at the greying Steral. He was reputable for his stern reactions and nature, even more so than most highly acclaimed scientists.
"You are making a mistake, TVaraan. The humans cannot appreciate the abilities you are gifted with. It is no...."
"Your choice, Director. Starfleet has requested that someone assist them with their mission and, as far as I can determine, Captain Federov requested me. The opportunity is mine to consider. My acceptance is sent." With that, she turned.
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Sten'Fal, Vulcan
"T'Varaan, your decision is not logical. You know you can assist those of your own kind at home," Her father said softly over dinner. Her mother had not spoken. "Can you not see sense, see the logic."
"I can see the logic. But it is your logic. Whether it is racially biased, I cannot say. But it is your logic. Logic is yet another of those things that are within "the eye of the beholder". I believe that my skills are best served where they will see practical use, not where it will be contained deep within a research facility. It is logical." This was followed by silence.
"There is also the opportunity to examine the Earther's new enemy. You know what they are; they are the lost brothers. We must learn of them. I must learn of them. It is logical. And it is my decision." Her mother rose and lifted her plate from the now awkwardly silent table.
"It is only my wish that the humans can appreciate their gift."
"They will, in their quaint and awkward manner, mother."
"T'Varaan, you must understand our assumption. It was logical; You belong within your own kind where your extraordinary scientific abilities can benefit those on your homeworld," Director Steral said sternly from upon his perched position of the academy directorate board. To his left sat directors S'dal and T'Panet; to his right sat directors Skenan and T'Pil. Each one looked at the commander with expressions of disdain, disbelief or even hostility.
"You forget, Director, that I am not one of you. Is it not a usual requirement of the directorate to have attained kholinar to be a research specialist? Is it not, by default, expected of any vulcan? I failed to pass that test; I am different. My choice and will are my own. I applied here because it was an eminently suitable position for someone with my profession; now that profession can be put to use somewhere where it may be of consequence," She replied, staring directly at the greying Steral. He was reputable for his stern reactions and nature, even more so than most highly acclaimed scientists.
"You are making a mistake, TVaraan. The humans cannot appreciate the abilities you are gifted with. It is no...."
"Your choice, Director. Starfleet has requested that someone assist them with their mission and, as far as I can determine, Captain Federov requested me. The opportunity is mine to consider. My acceptance is sent." With that, she turned.
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Sten'Fal, Vulcan
"T'Varaan, your decision is not logical. You know you can assist those of your own kind at home," Her father said softly over dinner. Her mother had not spoken. "Can you not see sense, see the logic."
"I can see the logic. But it is your logic. Whether it is racially biased, I cannot say. But it is your logic. Logic is yet another of those things that are within "the eye of the beholder". I believe that my skills are best served where they will see practical use, not where it will be contained deep within a research facility. It is logical." This was followed by silence.
"There is also the opportunity to examine the Earther's new enemy. You know what they are; they are the lost brothers. We must learn of them. I must learn of them. It is logical. And it is my decision." Her mother rose and lifted her plate from the now awkwardly silent table.
"It is only my wish that the humans can appreciate their gift."
"They will, in their quaint and awkward manner, mother."
Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
USS Aegis – Deck 3- Lieutenant Sinclair’s Quarters
The gun metal gray doors whisked open, giving Sinclair the first look at his new home. Normally a Lieutenant would still be considered a junior officer, and have to share a room with another junior officer, but as a department head and a bridge officer, Sinclair warranted senior officer’s quarters. He looked around at the Spartan furnishings with amusement. He’d overheard some grumbling in the galley and on the bridge about the size of the quarters, but for him, having spent years on a NX class and then an even smaller Neptune class ship, sharing quarters both times with at least one other person, this was quite nice. It was one large room, about the size of his parents master bedroom back home. The front was set up with a small two seat couch with a small coffee table, and an end table with a reading lamp. Next to the couch was a matching chair on the off chance anyone would be visiting him here. A small waist high cabinet rested against the opposite wall, just below the recessed viewscreen mounted into the bulkhead. It had a view of the port bow on it now, as his quarters had no windows.
The living room as it were, was separated from the sleeping area with a privacy screen. He slid it open and looked around. Someone had taken the liberty of unpacking for him and stowing his few items. He had four spare uniforms and his formal dress uniform hanging in his recessed wall locker, with a small dresser for his underwear, socks, and other odds and ends. Next to it was his spare pair of boots, his running shoes, and his dress uniform footgear. At the top of the locker the helpful fellow had provided a cap that read NCC-101 USS AEGIS in gold lettering. Next to it, still holstered was his new Mark I laser pistol, Starfleet’s newest standard issue sidearm. He left orders for the others to be carefully inventoried and stored in the armory. He’d brought enough to issue one to each Officer on board, one for each of his security officers, and about two dozen spares. Rumor was that Starfleet was still designing a laser rifle counterpart, but he hadn't gotten any concrete information on that yet, and he knew better than to rush folks doing R &D. He’d checked before boarding to insure that every member of the crew could be armed should the need arise, and found that they had exactly three hundred phase pistols aboard as well, not counting the MACOs gear. All things considered, should push come to shove, he felt sure that the crew was armed as well as could be expected in a time of war.
He saw that he had a single bed with a nightstand with another reading lamp, and a small desk with computer terminal across from it. At the end was another door which he peeked into. Rank apparently had it’s privileges as he had a private bathroom it seemed. Nothing fancy, just a toilet, a fold out sink under a mirror, and a sonic shower, but to him it looked like paradise. On the Enterprise, he’d only had his own room for two years, after which he found himself with a MACO roommate. Lucky for him, she was quite beautiful, and they managed to get along quite well.
He knew that down in the Armory he had a small office from which he could perform those security tasks his job entailed, but before he went down there, he decided to indulge in something he'd just been dying to do. He sat at the desk and placed a subspace call via his private terminal.
Several minutes later, the computer announced that the connection had been made, and Sinclair saw two bright and smiling faces pop on the screen. A handsome, young looking black skinned man, and a gorgeous Asian woman were happily looking back at him.
“Brian!” Hoshi Sato asked brightly “How are you?”
“I’m good, Hoshi.” Sinclair smiled “Should I even ask why you just happened to be in Travis’s quarters when I called?”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Ensign.” She said. “I was on duty when the call came through, and Captain Archer let me come down to say Hi.”
Poorly suppressing a grin, Sinclair tapped his new rank insignia “Actually, it’s Lieutenant now.”
Mayweather looked dumbstruck while Hoshi laughed “I didn’t even notice.” Suddenly, she squinted at the monitor and said “Wait, is it a bad connection, or are you wearing red striping?”
“No” Sinclair confirmed “The connection is fine. I’m an Armory Officer now.”
Mayweather found his voice and said “That’s too bad, Brain. You were a sure hand with a stick.”
Shrugging Sinclair replied “It was great while it lasted, but I need the experience as a department head before I can ever hope to make Captain.”
“Still got your eye on the Center Seat buddy?” Travis asked smiling
“You know it.” Sinclair replied. “So, where are you guys serving at?”
“The Enterprise is part of the first fleet” Hoshi replied. “Under Admiral Black’s flag.”
“Looks like we won’t be seeing each other anytime soon” Sinclair said “My boat is part of the third fleet, under Admiral Kincaid.”
“What ship are you assigned too, anyway? Still on that little sublight scooter?” Mayweather asked referring to the Neptune class that Brian had transferred too after leaving the Enterprise. Sinclair had purposely placed the subspace call through civilian channels reserved for families and friends of those serving on the lines.
This was the moment Sinclair had been waiting for “Sorry, I must have forgotten. Didn't I tell you? I'm the Chief Armory Officer aboard the Aegis these days.”
Both Hoshi and Travis looked at him in amazement, struck speechless. They both loved Captain Archer and the Enterprise, but the new Daedalus class ships were the envy of every man and woman in the fleet.
“You lucky son of a gun” Mayweather exclaimed.
“You know, you two. This is a big ship, and if you wanted, I could put a word in with the Captain. I could almost guarantee he could use a first rate helmsmen and a legendary communications officer.” Sinclair offered.
They looked at each other for a moment, before shaking their heads “Sorry Bri, we can’t leave. The Captain needs us now more than ever.” Mayweather said.
“Besides” Hoshi added playfully “You don’t need a couple of Ensigns cramping your style on that new ship of yours. You’d just have to pretend you didn’t know us, or the other Lieutenants would make fun of you.”
“I swear, you two.” Sinclair said. “Mark my words. You both are going to look at a calendar one day and realize you’ve been on that ship for ten years, without ever getting a raise or promotion.”
“I seriously doubt that.” Mayweather said. “Commander Tucker said that the only thing war has ever been good for were battlefield promotions. I’m sure that Captain Archer will see us at least JGs before we win this thing.”
“Yeah, sure pal.” Sinclair said. Looking at the timer he saw their call time was almost up. “Look, promise me that you’ll take care of yourselves and each other, ok?
“We will, buddy.” Mayweather promised.
Hoshi added “You be careful too. The Aegis may be big and tough, but she’s also a lot bigger a target. Remember Mister, you still owe me that romantic dinner under the stars you promised.”
“The one you said no too?” Sinclair asked
With a mysterious little smile, Ensign Hoshi Sato again confused him as she so often did while he was aboard the Enterprise “I never said no, I said I’d have to think about it.”
With that, the channel went dead.
Sinclair scratched his head, wondering why that suddenly wasn't as satisfying as he'd imagined it would be.
The gun metal gray doors whisked open, giving Sinclair the first look at his new home. Normally a Lieutenant would still be considered a junior officer, and have to share a room with another junior officer, but as a department head and a bridge officer, Sinclair warranted senior officer’s quarters. He looked around at the Spartan furnishings with amusement. He’d overheard some grumbling in the galley and on the bridge about the size of the quarters, but for him, having spent years on a NX class and then an even smaller Neptune class ship, sharing quarters both times with at least one other person, this was quite nice. It was one large room, about the size of his parents master bedroom back home. The front was set up with a small two seat couch with a small coffee table, and an end table with a reading lamp. Next to the couch was a matching chair on the off chance anyone would be visiting him here. A small waist high cabinet rested against the opposite wall, just below the recessed viewscreen mounted into the bulkhead. It had a view of the port bow on it now, as his quarters had no windows.
The living room as it were, was separated from the sleeping area with a privacy screen. He slid it open and looked around. Someone had taken the liberty of unpacking for him and stowing his few items. He had four spare uniforms and his formal dress uniform hanging in his recessed wall locker, with a small dresser for his underwear, socks, and other odds and ends. Next to it was his spare pair of boots, his running shoes, and his dress uniform footgear. At the top of the locker the helpful fellow had provided a cap that read NCC-101 USS AEGIS in gold lettering. Next to it, still holstered was his new Mark I laser pistol, Starfleet’s newest standard issue sidearm. He left orders for the others to be carefully inventoried and stored in the armory. He’d brought enough to issue one to each Officer on board, one for each of his security officers, and about two dozen spares. Rumor was that Starfleet was still designing a laser rifle counterpart, but he hadn't gotten any concrete information on that yet, and he knew better than to rush folks doing R &D. He’d checked before boarding to insure that every member of the crew could be armed should the need arise, and found that they had exactly three hundred phase pistols aboard as well, not counting the MACOs gear. All things considered, should push come to shove, he felt sure that the crew was armed as well as could be expected in a time of war.
He saw that he had a single bed with a nightstand with another reading lamp, and a small desk with computer terminal across from it. At the end was another door which he peeked into. Rank apparently had it’s privileges as he had a private bathroom it seemed. Nothing fancy, just a toilet, a fold out sink under a mirror, and a sonic shower, but to him it looked like paradise. On the Enterprise, he’d only had his own room for two years, after which he found himself with a MACO roommate. Lucky for him, she was quite beautiful, and they managed to get along quite well.
He knew that down in the Armory he had a small office from which he could perform those security tasks his job entailed, but before he went down there, he decided to indulge in something he'd just been dying to do. He sat at the desk and placed a subspace call via his private terminal.
Several minutes later, the computer announced that the connection had been made, and Sinclair saw two bright and smiling faces pop on the screen. A handsome, young looking black skinned man, and a gorgeous Asian woman were happily looking back at him.
“Brian!” Hoshi Sato asked brightly “How are you?”
“I’m good, Hoshi.” Sinclair smiled “Should I even ask why you just happened to be in Travis’s quarters when I called?”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Ensign.” She said. “I was on duty when the call came through, and Captain Archer let me come down to say Hi.”
Poorly suppressing a grin, Sinclair tapped his new rank insignia “Actually, it’s Lieutenant now.”
Mayweather looked dumbstruck while Hoshi laughed “I didn’t even notice.” Suddenly, she squinted at the monitor and said “Wait, is it a bad connection, or are you wearing red striping?”
“No” Sinclair confirmed “The connection is fine. I’m an Armory Officer now.”
Mayweather found his voice and said “That’s too bad, Brain. You were a sure hand with a stick.”
Shrugging Sinclair replied “It was great while it lasted, but I need the experience as a department head before I can ever hope to make Captain.”
“Still got your eye on the Center Seat buddy?” Travis asked smiling
“You know it.” Sinclair replied. “So, where are you guys serving at?”
“The Enterprise is part of the first fleet” Hoshi replied. “Under Admiral Black’s flag.”
“Looks like we won’t be seeing each other anytime soon” Sinclair said “My boat is part of the third fleet, under Admiral Kincaid.”
“What ship are you assigned too, anyway? Still on that little sublight scooter?” Mayweather asked referring to the Neptune class that Brian had transferred too after leaving the Enterprise. Sinclair had purposely placed the subspace call through civilian channels reserved for families and friends of those serving on the lines.
This was the moment Sinclair had been waiting for “Sorry, I must have forgotten. Didn't I tell you? I'm the Chief Armory Officer aboard the Aegis these days.”
Both Hoshi and Travis looked at him in amazement, struck speechless. They both loved Captain Archer and the Enterprise, but the new Daedalus class ships were the envy of every man and woman in the fleet.
“You lucky son of a gun” Mayweather exclaimed.
“You know, you two. This is a big ship, and if you wanted, I could put a word in with the Captain. I could almost guarantee he could use a first rate helmsmen and a legendary communications officer.” Sinclair offered.
They looked at each other for a moment, before shaking their heads “Sorry Bri, we can’t leave. The Captain needs us now more than ever.” Mayweather said.
“Besides” Hoshi added playfully “You don’t need a couple of Ensigns cramping your style on that new ship of yours. You’d just have to pretend you didn’t know us, or the other Lieutenants would make fun of you.”
“I swear, you two.” Sinclair said. “Mark my words. You both are going to look at a calendar one day and realize you’ve been on that ship for ten years, without ever getting a raise or promotion.”
“I seriously doubt that.” Mayweather said. “Commander Tucker said that the only thing war has ever been good for were battlefield promotions. I’m sure that Captain Archer will see us at least JGs before we win this thing.”
“Yeah, sure pal.” Sinclair said. Looking at the timer he saw their call time was almost up. “Look, promise me that you’ll take care of yourselves and each other, ok?
“We will, buddy.” Mayweather promised.
Hoshi added “You be careful too. The Aegis may be big and tough, but she’s also a lot bigger a target. Remember Mister, you still owe me that romantic dinner under the stars you promised.”
“The one you said no too?” Sinclair asked
With a mysterious little smile, Ensign Hoshi Sato again confused him as she so often did while he was aboard the Enterprise “I never said no, I said I’d have to think about it.”
With that, the channel went dead.
Sinclair scratched his head, wondering why that suddenly wasn't as satisfying as he'd imagined it would be.
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
USS Aegis – Main Shuttlebay
Nelson was in a bad mood. He had been promised four Striker class drop ships and only received two. He’d been promised three anti grav APCs for ground operations, and received one. He’d been promised that he could hand pick every single man of every fire team, of every squad, of his platoon, and found his most experienced personnel promoted and transferred away. With what was left to him, he formed two solid squads. He was waiting for his last drop ship to arrive with the last eighteen of his men, all fresh out of training, including his new XO. Once everyone had arrived, he’d have exactly fifty two MACO’s, comprising four squads of twelve men each, his First Sergeant, a senior Gunnery Sergeant, and his new XO.
Nelson was appalled to learn that his new XO was 2nd Lieutenant Timothy Butters Jr. Nelson had served under his father as a Private, the now Brigadier General Timothy Butters Sr., and it was that man that had first inspired Nelson’s dislike of officers in general. The man was arrogant, conceded, thoughtless, and gave less than a damn about the enlisted men under his command. Nelson would admit the man was a tactical genius, and made a hell of General, but his learning process had been painful and costly to the men that had died for his education. Nelson did not have high hopes that his son was any better.
He watched the last Striker land and patiently waited for the bay to re-pressurize. The Striker was an impressive machine. It was so heavily armored it was designed to survive an uncontrolled re-entry into an atmosphere without springing a seam. It was also loaded with 24 mini spatial torpedoes which could pummel an enemy emplacement from the air. Finally, the green light came on, signaling it safe to enter. He walked into the bay itself as the drop hatch lowered, and a nasal and whiny sounding voice could be heard screaming.
“Come on you scum bags, this war won’t wait for you!” it said, “Move your fat asses! Squad, ATTENTION! RIGHT FACE! FORWARD MARCH!” the sound of boots sounded tangled on the small ship, and Nelson couldn’t believe this idiot had tried to march the men in formation off a drop ship that one could barely stand upright in. Nelson began counting backward from ten as a pimply faced, skinny man yelled and shouted insults and obscenities at the trainees forming up just in front of the drop ship. Nelson instantly realized he was going to have to make some adjustments to the squads. This batch was supposed to be the rest of 3rd Squad and the entirety of 4th. There was no chance that Nelson was going to have these kids led into battle, not without adult supervision.
The annoying young man finally saluted saying “MACO re-enforcements reporting as ordered, Captain. Request permission to come aboard.”
Nelson looked at the Starfleet officer who’d just entered and nodded his head “He’s who you need to ask, Lieutenant.”
The Ensign saved the fellow’s dignity by replying, intentionally overlooking the oversight “Permission granted.” He then looked at Nelson, “As ordered Sir, I leave your men to you for billeting.”
Glancing back to the new arrivals he spoke in a voice, that sounded just barely above a harsh whisper yet was loud enough to be heard on a hot battlefield. “ My name is Captain Everett Nelson. You will under NO circumstances call me Captain from this point. When speaking to me, you will address me SIR as you should. When referring me to someone else, you’ll call me CAP. I am a MACO Captain, but for those of you who don’t know, while we are on a Starship there is only one Captain, and his name on this ship is Federov. Understood?”
“SIR YES SIR.” Came the resounding reply.
“Your accommodations will not be luxurious. You men will be bunking four to a room, with the rest of your fire teams. NCOs will be two to a room. Only the Lieutenant and I will have private quarters. You will NOT step into officer’s country without permission unless you have a signed note from the President himself. Is that understood?”
“SIR YES SIR.” Was echoed again.
“Now, report to the Gunny and he’ll get you assigned to your new teams. Stow all your gear in our armory near the barracks. Rifles and sidearms will be with your AT ALL TIMES while your on duty, sidearms with you AT ALL TIMES, period. And men, I will only make you one promise. I’m not going to promise that we’ll win this war. I’m not going to promise that everyone here will be going home. What I will promise is than neither I, my XO, or NCOs will EVER order you to do something we wouldn’t do ourselves, and one of us will always be not only the first man on the field, but the last man off.”
“SIR YES SIR.” Thundered through the bay again.
Lieutenant Butters visibly paled at that idea. Nelson suppressed an evil grin.
Nelson was in a bad mood. He had been promised four Striker class drop ships and only received two. He’d been promised three anti grav APCs for ground operations, and received one. He’d been promised that he could hand pick every single man of every fire team, of every squad, of his platoon, and found his most experienced personnel promoted and transferred away. With what was left to him, he formed two solid squads. He was waiting for his last drop ship to arrive with the last eighteen of his men, all fresh out of training, including his new XO. Once everyone had arrived, he’d have exactly fifty two MACO’s, comprising four squads of twelve men each, his First Sergeant, a senior Gunnery Sergeant, and his new XO.
Nelson was appalled to learn that his new XO was 2nd Lieutenant Timothy Butters Jr. Nelson had served under his father as a Private, the now Brigadier General Timothy Butters Sr., and it was that man that had first inspired Nelson’s dislike of officers in general. The man was arrogant, conceded, thoughtless, and gave less than a damn about the enlisted men under his command. Nelson would admit the man was a tactical genius, and made a hell of General, but his learning process had been painful and costly to the men that had died for his education. Nelson did not have high hopes that his son was any better.
He watched the last Striker land and patiently waited for the bay to re-pressurize. The Striker was an impressive machine. It was so heavily armored it was designed to survive an uncontrolled re-entry into an atmosphere without springing a seam. It was also loaded with 24 mini spatial torpedoes which could pummel an enemy emplacement from the air. Finally, the green light came on, signaling it safe to enter. He walked into the bay itself as the drop hatch lowered, and a nasal and whiny sounding voice could be heard screaming.
“Come on you scum bags, this war won’t wait for you!” it said, “Move your fat asses! Squad, ATTENTION! RIGHT FACE! FORWARD MARCH!” the sound of boots sounded tangled on the small ship, and Nelson couldn’t believe this idiot had tried to march the men in formation off a drop ship that one could barely stand upright in. Nelson began counting backward from ten as a pimply faced, skinny man yelled and shouted insults and obscenities at the trainees forming up just in front of the drop ship. Nelson instantly realized he was going to have to make some adjustments to the squads. This batch was supposed to be the rest of 3rd Squad and the entirety of 4th. There was no chance that Nelson was going to have these kids led into battle, not without adult supervision.
The annoying young man finally saluted saying “MACO re-enforcements reporting as ordered, Captain. Request permission to come aboard.”
Nelson looked at the Starfleet officer who’d just entered and nodded his head “He’s who you need to ask, Lieutenant.”
The Ensign saved the fellow’s dignity by replying, intentionally overlooking the oversight “Permission granted.” He then looked at Nelson, “As ordered Sir, I leave your men to you for billeting.”
Glancing back to the new arrivals he spoke in a voice, that sounded just barely above a harsh whisper yet was loud enough to be heard on a hot battlefield. “ My name is Captain Everett Nelson. You will under NO circumstances call me Captain from this point. When speaking to me, you will address me SIR as you should. When referring me to someone else, you’ll call me CAP. I am a MACO Captain, but for those of you who don’t know, while we are on a Starship there is only one Captain, and his name on this ship is Federov. Understood?”
“SIR YES SIR.” Came the resounding reply.
“Your accommodations will not be luxurious. You men will be bunking four to a room, with the rest of your fire teams. NCOs will be two to a room. Only the Lieutenant and I will have private quarters. You will NOT step into officer’s country without permission unless you have a signed note from the President himself. Is that understood?”
“SIR YES SIR.” Was echoed again.
“Now, report to the Gunny and he’ll get you assigned to your new teams. Stow all your gear in our armory near the barracks. Rifles and sidearms will be with your AT ALL TIMES while your on duty, sidearms with you AT ALL TIMES, period. And men, I will only make you one promise. I’m not going to promise that we’ll win this war. I’m not going to promise that everyone here will be going home. What I will promise is than neither I, my XO, or NCOs will EVER order you to do something we wouldn’t do ourselves, and one of us will always be not only the first man on the field, but the last man off.”
“SIR YES SIR.” Thundered through the bay again.
Lieutenant Butters visibly paled at that idea. Nelson suppressed an evil grin.
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
"Jack, two gin and tonics please."
Jack Mason, owner of Masonry Bar and Grill, chuckled at his cousin.
"Corina, you hate gin. What's wrong this time? Pretty boy at work pestering you again?"
Corina frowned.
"I don't hate gin, I mildly dislike it. Anyway, my life is over."
Jack sighed, and started to prepare her drinks.
"Thats what you said the day before graduation. And the day before you married Hank. You've gone through more lives than my neighbors cats. So what is it this time? Did Starfleet deny your transfer request? If so I can talk to Admiral Jenkins..."
"They accepted it. USS Aegis. Medical Technician."
Jack stared at her, then broke out laughing.
Corina glared back at him.
"I know, this was what I wanted. But it's not. The Aegis is a warship. I'm a scientist, I wanted to be on a science vessel."
"Corina, we are at war. Any ship under Starfleet's command will be a warship. Once this thing is over, then you could move onto a science vessel, but right now this is the only type of ship you'll get. And its not a bad job. You enjoyed your medical training back in the Academy. And working on a ship now would increase your chances of getting the posting you want after the war."
He put the drinks down in front of Corina.
"Now, I could go on for hours on the pros and cons of whatever your decision would be. But you've made it, long before you came into this bar. You're gonna go, aren't you?"
She nodded.
"Alright then. I'll hold on to Hank's letters and transmit them when I can. And you make sure to keep in touch with me. I want to know all about how you thoroughly enjoy life on a starship."
Corina smiled a bit. While Jack moved onto helping other customers, she downed her drinks.
"Ugh... I hate gin..."
Jack Mason, owner of Masonry Bar and Grill, chuckled at his cousin.
"Corina, you hate gin. What's wrong this time? Pretty boy at work pestering you again?"
Corina frowned.
"I don't hate gin, I mildly dislike it. Anyway, my life is over."
Jack sighed, and started to prepare her drinks.
"Thats what you said the day before graduation. And the day before you married Hank. You've gone through more lives than my neighbors cats. So what is it this time? Did Starfleet deny your transfer request? If so I can talk to Admiral Jenkins..."
"They accepted it. USS Aegis. Medical Technician."
Jack stared at her, then broke out laughing.
Corina glared back at him.
"I know, this was what I wanted. But it's not. The Aegis is a warship. I'm a scientist, I wanted to be on a science vessel."
"Corina, we are at war. Any ship under Starfleet's command will be a warship. Once this thing is over, then you could move onto a science vessel, but right now this is the only type of ship you'll get. And its not a bad job. You enjoyed your medical training back in the Academy. And working on a ship now would increase your chances of getting the posting you want after the war."
He put the drinks down in front of Corina.
"Now, I could go on for hours on the pros and cons of whatever your decision would be. But you've made it, long before you came into this bar. You're gonna go, aren't you?"
She nodded.
"Alright then. I'll hold on to Hank's letters and transmit them when I can. And you make sure to keep in touch with me. I want to know all about how you thoroughly enjoy life on a starship."
Corina smiled a bit. While Jack moved onto helping other customers, she downed her drinks.
"Ugh... I hate gin..."
No trees were killed in transmission of this message. However, some electrons were mildly inconvenienced.
Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
USS Aegis – Main Transporter Room
Daniel watched as the transporter room of the Aegis materialised around him. He still wasn't used to transporters, he'd used them a few times before but he still found it odd to be standing in one place and then be somewhere completely different within seconds. He stepped off the transporter pad and over to the ensign standing by the transporter holding a PADD, who he guessed was some sort of personnel officer, currently acting as some sort of check in desk. In any case, they were the most senior officer currently in the room, besides himself.
“Lieutenant junior grade Daniel Brigston, Chief Helmsman, reporting for duty and requesting permission to come aboard, Ensign...” Daniel stated.
“Gomes, sir, Asst Personnel Officer.” Replied the Ensign, who sounded as if he'd gotten bored of saying it, having said it so many times, “Permission granted.” Daniel thanked him as Gomes continued. “You're not on duty until alpha shift, which begins at 0800 hours, until then Crewman Haynes...” he said, gesturing to a young crewman behind him. “...will take you on quick tour of the ship and escort you to your quarters.”
Daniel glanced at the young woman Gomes had indicated.
“If its all the same, if she could just take my belongings to my quarters I'd like to find my way wound by myself” Turing to Crewman Haynes, he instructed, “And just leave my belongings packed when you get there, I'll sort everything out myself.”
Without waiting for an answer Brigston walked out of the transporter room and down the corridor. It was easier for him to find out where everything was by himself, if escorted he would of likely gotten too involved in conversation to pay attention to where he is, or in Haynes case, quite possibly become too engrossed in, “other things”. No, he wanted to find out where everything was now, while the corridors were still quite empty than later when it may be urgent. After all, Earth was at war, who knew what would happen.
Daniel watched as the transporter room of the Aegis materialised around him. He still wasn't used to transporters, he'd used them a few times before but he still found it odd to be standing in one place and then be somewhere completely different within seconds. He stepped off the transporter pad and over to the ensign standing by the transporter holding a PADD, who he guessed was some sort of personnel officer, currently acting as some sort of check in desk. In any case, they were the most senior officer currently in the room, besides himself.
“Lieutenant junior grade Daniel Brigston, Chief Helmsman, reporting for duty and requesting permission to come aboard, Ensign...” Daniel stated.
“Gomes, sir, Asst Personnel Officer.” Replied the Ensign, who sounded as if he'd gotten bored of saying it, having said it so many times, “Permission granted.” Daniel thanked him as Gomes continued. “You're not on duty until alpha shift, which begins at 0800 hours, until then Crewman Haynes...” he said, gesturing to a young crewman behind him. “...will take you on quick tour of the ship and escort you to your quarters.”
Daniel glanced at the young woman Gomes had indicated.
“If its all the same, if she could just take my belongings to my quarters I'd like to find my way wound by myself” Turing to Crewman Haynes, he instructed, “And just leave my belongings packed when you get there, I'll sort everything out myself.”
Without waiting for an answer Brigston walked out of the transporter room and down the corridor. It was easier for him to find out where everything was by himself, if escorted he would of likely gotten too involved in conversation to pay attention to where he is, or in Haynes case, quite possibly become too engrossed in, “other things”. No, he wanted to find out where everything was now, while the corridors were still quite empty than later when it may be urgent. After all, Earth was at war, who knew what would happen.
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Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
Starfleet Medical
Lieutenant Westwood was preparing for the departure of his new ship. Unfortunately, Commander Castillo at Starfleet Command was not being the most cooperative.
"I need those medical supplies! The Aegis will be departing once we have our crew together and now your saying that the medical department isn't important enough!" He shouted over the video link.
"I'm sorry but I need those supplies for the Discovery".
"The Discovery is in the middle of a refit and repair and won't depart for another 2 months! We need those supplies now!".
"I'll see what I can do but I can't make any promises".
"Thank you. Westwood Out".
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Two hours later
Lieutenant Westwood took a last glance around his office at Starfleet Medical, sighed and departed for the Command building. There, he met up with Castillo and they walked to launch bay 3.
"I have your medical supplies all ready for departure. The only thing that we could get them to fit in was a Striker class dropship. You'll have to return it to your MACO's. I've got everything loaded into the Chimera already. Good Luck".
"Thanks. With the way the war is going, I'm gonna need it" Westwood replied.
"I've scheduled your departure for fourteen hundred, that gives you 15 minutes to get ready. Dismissed".
The dropship Chimera was right infront of him, the door half hidden in its sleek exterior. He walked in and settled in the pilots chair. The time seemed to fly past until a voice came from the control panel.
"Dropship Chimera. You are cleared to depart, use only thrusters till you are at 100km then switch to half impulse until you exit the atmosphere".
He tapped at the panel and the Chimera began to rise.
Lieutenant Westwood was preparing for the departure of his new ship. Unfortunately, Commander Castillo at Starfleet Command was not being the most cooperative.
"I need those medical supplies! The Aegis will be departing once we have our crew together and now your saying that the medical department isn't important enough!" He shouted over the video link.
"I'm sorry but I need those supplies for the Discovery".
"The Discovery is in the middle of a refit and repair and won't depart for another 2 months! We need those supplies now!".
"I'll see what I can do but I can't make any promises".
"Thank you. Westwood Out".
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Two hours later
Lieutenant Westwood took a last glance around his office at Starfleet Medical, sighed and departed for the Command building. There, he met up with Castillo and they walked to launch bay 3.
"I have your medical supplies all ready for departure. The only thing that we could get them to fit in was a Striker class dropship. You'll have to return it to your MACO's. I've got everything loaded into the Chimera already. Good Luck".
"Thanks. With the way the war is going, I'm gonna need it" Westwood replied.
"I've scheduled your departure for fourteen hundred, that gives you 15 minutes to get ready. Dismissed".
The dropship Chimera was right infront of him, the door half hidden in its sleek exterior. He walked in and settled in the pilots chair. The time seemed to fly past until a voice came from the control panel.
"Dropship Chimera. You are cleared to depart, use only thrusters till you are at 100km then switch to half impulse until you exit the atmosphere".
He tapped at the panel and the Chimera began to rise.
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Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
Lieutenant Devek Z'trisk stood at ease in the cold, metal-shod anteroom that served as the captain's office of the ADS Alt'hris. Space was most definitely at a far greater premium aboard the destroyer than aboard one of the mighty Kumari-class cruisers, and this alcove of the skipper's quarters- rather than a real office - was a pragmatic testament to that. Captain Krinn was reading from a data slate, "Standing orders, lieutenant, are to intercept human forces heading coreward of Andorian space and then update intel and provide other mission-specific assistance."
Z'trisk grimaced slightly, preferring the blunt and precise commands of a grunt sergeant to the vaguely-worded pronouncement of the admiralty. "What exactly does that mean, sir?" he asked, trying to keep the disdain from his voice.
"It simply means, Z'trisk, that we are to help. We will have to figure out the nature of that help on the fly. The reason I've asked you here, alone, is rather more precise." Z'trisk stiffened, his antennae pitched forward in respectful attention. Krinn continued, "You are to be the Alt'hris' liaison with the humans."
"Me, sir?" Z'trisk was underwhelmed.
"Yes, you, lieutenant. You have experience in contact and xenology, and you are my third."
Z'trisk's antennae slowly spun in thought for a moment, and he said, "There are other-"
"I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR OPINION OF MY COMMAND, LIEUTENANT!" roared Krinn. "I daresay I doubt you were accustomed to second-guessing orders aboard the Kumari."
"No, sir!" snapped Z'trisk back smartly, as he came to attention and his antennae once again focused on the captain. "I will attend my new duties with all diligence, sir!"
Krinn sighed. "Of course you will, Z'trisk. I know that. Maybe it's the Legion in you, but they don't come any more straight-backed than you. Listen - I don't like playing footsie with the pinkskins any more than you do, but Council believes that we both owe them for their help with the Weytaan incident, AND that Andoria is best served by riding along with the humans on what seems to be their fast track. They are a hungry people, no doubt, and there are those who think that the best bet for a strong Andoria in the years to come is by standing by the people who will have a hand in the shaping of the galaxy." Z'trisk nodded slowly, watching the conversation turn from the concrete topics he appreciated to the abstracts of political science. Krinn laughed and said, "All I know is that a show of martial prowess, whether as an ally or a foe, is a strong motivator. We will be that show for the humans coming this way. That is all."
Z'trisk straightened once again, saluted, and turned on his heel. Bull's grell'nors! he thought as he strode from the captain's office, playing dinner host for a bunch of jumped-up little pinkskins!
Z'trisk grimaced slightly, preferring the blunt and precise commands of a grunt sergeant to the vaguely-worded pronouncement of the admiralty. "What exactly does that mean, sir?" he asked, trying to keep the disdain from his voice.
"It simply means, Z'trisk, that we are to help. We will have to figure out the nature of that help on the fly. The reason I've asked you here, alone, is rather more precise." Z'trisk stiffened, his antennae pitched forward in respectful attention. Krinn continued, "You are to be the Alt'hris' liaison with the humans."
"Me, sir?" Z'trisk was underwhelmed.
"Yes, you, lieutenant. You have experience in contact and xenology, and you are my third."
Z'trisk's antennae slowly spun in thought for a moment, and he said, "There are other-"
"I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR OPINION OF MY COMMAND, LIEUTENANT!" roared Krinn. "I daresay I doubt you were accustomed to second-guessing orders aboard the Kumari."
"No, sir!" snapped Z'trisk back smartly, as he came to attention and his antennae once again focused on the captain. "I will attend my new duties with all diligence, sir!"
Krinn sighed. "Of course you will, Z'trisk. I know that. Maybe it's the Legion in you, but they don't come any more straight-backed than you. Listen - I don't like playing footsie with the pinkskins any more than you do, but Council believes that we both owe them for their help with the Weytaan incident, AND that Andoria is best served by riding along with the humans on what seems to be their fast track. They are a hungry people, no doubt, and there are those who think that the best bet for a strong Andoria in the years to come is by standing by the people who will have a hand in the shaping of the galaxy." Z'trisk nodded slowly, watching the conversation turn from the concrete topics he appreciated to the abstracts of political science. Krinn laughed and said, "All I know is that a show of martial prowess, whether as an ally or a foe, is a strong motivator. We will be that show for the humans coming this way. That is all."
Z'trisk straightened once again, saluted, and turned on his heel. Bull's grell'nors! he thought as he strode from the captain's office, playing dinner host for a bunch of jumped-up little pinkskins!
I can't stand nothing dull
I got the high gloss luster
I'll massacre your ass as fast
as Bull offed Custer
I got the high gloss luster
I'll massacre your ass as fast
as Bull offed Custer
Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
USS Aegis-Main Galley
Half a dozen young MACOs stood at the table in the galley glaring at an a pair of young Security Officers in the course of eating lunch. The ship was still docked; there was no stress to blow off, and no real reason for this confrontation. The MACOs had apparently appointed a leader per se to expound the strengths of their particular branch, and point out shortcomings in the other.
Lt. Sinclair walked in to get some coffee just as this little pissing match was getting underway. He was tired, and had a headache. He’d been up all night overseeing inventory as a paperwork error had showed some missing Laser weapons. It was of course after he’d searched the ENTIRE ship, top to bottom that they’d realized they’d double registered some of the same weapons. Needless to say, Brian was not in mood for this nonsense.
Looking at his security people who were losing they’re tempers, he frowned and said “Grow up. We’re professionals here and you can expect a lot worse from diplomats, criminals, and other hostiles. Use some common sense, grab a sandwich and leave. If you can’t find anything better to do, I could always use volunteers in the Armory with torpedo magazine maintenance.” As usual, that got they’re attention. Servicing the torpedo magazine and loader system was boring and really heavy work, and as such was the perfect spot to remind a rambunctious young officer of his duty.
One of the MACOs called out mockingly “Take good care of the ship boys. Without it you’ve got no way to give us a ride into the real fight.” His friends laughed and Sinclair turned a withering eye to the youngster. His headache was getting worse, and all he wanted was a nap.
Glancing at the man’s rank insignia “Corporal, is this the way MACO non commissioned officers act in public to those they’re trying to work with?” Sinclair asked pointedly.
With an obviously unplanned retort, the man replied “Trying to do the work FOR you mean.”
Sinclair spun on his heel about to take this insubordinate Corporal down a peg when he saw an older MACO move up silently behind the unsuspecting fellow and his friends. Something about the man made Sinclair hold his tongue.
“Well, Corporal Dumas.” Nelson said in his deadly quiet voice. “You’re certainly living up to your name. I’m curious about something. How did they KNOW that you were a dumb-ass all those years ago” Captain Nelson said in obvious mockery of his name.
“Congratulations, Dum-Ass” he continued. “You’ve not only irritated the security staff, who your going to be working with, but every man and woman trying to have a peaceful bite to eat. Wow, you’re going to be a popular guy. Not to mention, you’ve managed to be directly insubordinate to this ships Security Chief. Outstanding work MACO! Now, why don’t you run on down to the Armory and start on the magazine thing that Mr. Sinclair was talking about?”
Pale and without a word, Corporal Dumas fled the room. Nelson looked over and said to Sinclair “I guess I owe you breakfast. I was sure it was gonna be one of yours that started the trouble first.”
Sinclair laughed. He’d gotten used to MACOs while serving on the Enterprise and unlike a lot of his peers, he was happy to have them. His entire security staff counted twenty four, including him, which only broke down to six officers per shift. The MACOs gave him over fifty extra trained personnel that he could and would use to supplement his officers, to better insure the safety of this ship.
“Likely next time it will be.” Sinclair replied, still smiling. He liked the gruff, plain spoken MACO commander. “Then, you’ll get help washing your dropships.”
Nelson grimaced “Can you believe I had to send one of my assault dropships to pick up our new doctor, and all of his gear? Four damned shuttlepods couldn’t carry it all. He’d better be worth it.”
Sinclair was about to respond when the voice of the ships Communications Officer sounded over the intercom. “All senior staff report to the briefing room. All senior staff report to the briefing room.”
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Sinclair and Nelson had taken seats on opposite sides of the table at the end as others trickled in. Finally, Captain Federov entered the room, stopped at the head of the table for a moment looking at his crew before finally speaking.
“It’s time. We’ve got a job to do.”
Sinclair started to listen with butterflies in his stomach.
Half a dozen young MACOs stood at the table in the galley glaring at an a pair of young Security Officers in the course of eating lunch. The ship was still docked; there was no stress to blow off, and no real reason for this confrontation. The MACOs had apparently appointed a leader per se to expound the strengths of their particular branch, and point out shortcomings in the other.
Lt. Sinclair walked in to get some coffee just as this little pissing match was getting underway. He was tired, and had a headache. He’d been up all night overseeing inventory as a paperwork error had showed some missing Laser weapons. It was of course after he’d searched the ENTIRE ship, top to bottom that they’d realized they’d double registered some of the same weapons. Needless to say, Brian was not in mood for this nonsense.
Looking at his security people who were losing they’re tempers, he frowned and said “Grow up. We’re professionals here and you can expect a lot worse from diplomats, criminals, and other hostiles. Use some common sense, grab a sandwich and leave. If you can’t find anything better to do, I could always use volunteers in the Armory with torpedo magazine maintenance.” As usual, that got they’re attention. Servicing the torpedo magazine and loader system was boring and really heavy work, and as such was the perfect spot to remind a rambunctious young officer of his duty.
One of the MACOs called out mockingly “Take good care of the ship boys. Without it you’ve got no way to give us a ride into the real fight.” His friends laughed and Sinclair turned a withering eye to the youngster. His headache was getting worse, and all he wanted was a nap.
Glancing at the man’s rank insignia “Corporal, is this the way MACO non commissioned officers act in public to those they’re trying to work with?” Sinclair asked pointedly.
With an obviously unplanned retort, the man replied “Trying to do the work FOR you mean.”
Sinclair spun on his heel about to take this insubordinate Corporal down a peg when he saw an older MACO move up silently behind the unsuspecting fellow and his friends. Something about the man made Sinclair hold his tongue.
“Well, Corporal Dumas.” Nelson said in his deadly quiet voice. “You’re certainly living up to your name. I’m curious about something. How did they KNOW that you were a dumb-ass all those years ago” Captain Nelson said in obvious mockery of his name.
“Congratulations, Dum-Ass” he continued. “You’ve not only irritated the security staff, who your going to be working with, but every man and woman trying to have a peaceful bite to eat. Wow, you’re going to be a popular guy. Not to mention, you’ve managed to be directly insubordinate to this ships Security Chief. Outstanding work MACO! Now, why don’t you run on down to the Armory and start on the magazine thing that Mr. Sinclair was talking about?”
Pale and without a word, Corporal Dumas fled the room. Nelson looked over and said to Sinclair “I guess I owe you breakfast. I was sure it was gonna be one of yours that started the trouble first.”
Sinclair laughed. He’d gotten used to MACOs while serving on the Enterprise and unlike a lot of his peers, he was happy to have them. His entire security staff counted twenty four, including him, which only broke down to six officers per shift. The MACOs gave him over fifty extra trained personnel that he could and would use to supplement his officers, to better insure the safety of this ship.
“Likely next time it will be.” Sinclair replied, still smiling. He liked the gruff, plain spoken MACO commander. “Then, you’ll get help washing your dropships.”
Nelson grimaced “Can you believe I had to send one of my assault dropships to pick up our new doctor, and all of his gear? Four damned shuttlepods couldn’t carry it all. He’d better be worth it.”
Sinclair was about to respond when the voice of the ships Communications Officer sounded over the intercom. “All senior staff report to the briefing room. All senior staff report to the briefing room.”
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Sinclair and Nelson had taken seats on opposite sides of the table at the end as others trickled in. Finally, Captain Federov entered the room, stopped at the head of the table for a moment looking at his crew before finally speaking.
“It’s time. We’ve got a job to do.”
Sinclair started to listen with butterflies in his stomach.
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
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Re: The Earth/Romulan War EPISODE I
Deck 2, Sickbay.
Lieutenant Westwood had just finished unpacking all his equipment and supplies. He had to admit, Sickbay on the Daedalus class was impressive. Six Bio-beds and an ICU all fitted out with the latest in diagnostic and treatment gear available. Most hospitals on Earth didn't have some of this stuff. Once he'd finished sorting out Sickbay, he would go and pay his respects to the Captain.
Then a voice came through the coms system "All senior staff report to the briefing room". I guess i'll be seeing the Captain sooner than I expected he thought as he exited Sickbay.
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Deck 1, Briefing Room.
The door opened and he entered, sitting down in the only availible seat, next to Nelson. Silently he sat there ignoring a glare from Nelson until the Captain came in and started the Aegis's mission.
Lieutenant Westwood had just finished unpacking all his equipment and supplies. He had to admit, Sickbay on the Daedalus class was impressive. Six Bio-beds and an ICU all fitted out with the latest in diagnostic and treatment gear available. Most hospitals on Earth didn't have some of this stuff. Once he'd finished sorting out Sickbay, he would go and pay his respects to the Captain.
Then a voice came through the coms system "All senior staff report to the briefing room". I guess i'll be seeing the Captain sooner than I expected he thought as he exited Sickbay.
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Deck 1, Briefing Room.
The door opened and he entered, sitting down in the only availible seat, next to Nelson. Silently he sat there ignoring a glare from Nelson until the Captain came in and started the Aegis's mission.