~~Bridge~~
As the ship came into weapons rang of the asteroids, Carson brought it
to a stop and began his own set of tests on the new nav system. The
upgrades gave the maneuvering thrusters more power, but the increased
weight made the changes difficult to notice.
It was good to be at the helm again. As much as Carson had enjoyed
flying the nimbler shuttle for a few days, it was nice to be back at
his post.
Lt. Carson Sheppard
CHO
FCL-06 Meridian
At
0600 sharp, the double paned glass doors of sickbay slid open to admit
Meridian's XO. She glanced around the room, all surfaces gleaming white in
pristine condition. Even though she missed the simplicity of the old days, it
was very nice to be on a brand new ship.
Yue soon
spotted the doctor. He was still wearing that ridiculous hat. "Doctor
Corbett. Are you ready?"
“Welcome
to my sickbay ma’am.” Corbett said to her as he took off his hat and bowed
deeply. “I see your right on time Commander so I’ll turn you over to my medics
who will be seeing you first. I’ll need your basic vital signs, blood work, as
well as hearing and visual acuity tests before we start your physical exam and
stress test.
She
nodded and took a seat on the biobed. She had been through this routine many
times before in her career. She understood the need, but that didn't take away
the annoyance.
Corbett
came back from his office and held a PADD. “Your full name it is Yue Wang, correct?”
He asked marking the chart.
"My
name is pronounced Yuè," she said, emphasizing the downward tonal
inflection on the syllable. She was used to native speakers of Earth Standard
mispronouncing it. "In my traditional language, it means Moon. You may
address me as Commander Wang." The frigid look she gave him wasn't so much
a cold stare, as that of a determined officer wanting to establish her
authority. Either way, it was clear that she wasn't planning to be on familiar
terms with the good doctor.
“And
you can address me as Dr. Corbett.” He said annoyed at the woman’s attitude. He
was trying not to be adversarial, but after last night his mood was very dark
indeed. "I need access to your skin. Could you please lower your suit for me?"
At
his request, Moon undid the zipper of her jumpsuit and slipped out of the top
half, revealing a feminine but well-muscled form beneath the Starfleet issue
halter top. The toned biceps were evidence that she exercised regularly.
“You’ve
got good musculature.” Corbett said as he made another mark in the chart.
The
view of her back was more stunning than her front. An intricately drawn image
of a traditional Oriental dragon was inked on her back. It was an exquisite bit
of artwork.
“That’s
a nice tattoo ma’am, very intricate.” He said making a note in her chart.
"A
reminder. That is all," she answered coldly. A reminder of someone,
someone special, but this was a physical evaluation, not a psychological one.
"Do you need anything else for your examination, Doctor?"
“Yes
there is a lot more. The tattoo I just noted well it’s intricacy tells me it was
done in ink not laser. I also do not see it noted on your last physical exam,
which tells me it’s either new or your ship’s doctor was lazy. Either way because
it is ink it was done with a needle, so I’m ordering a liver function test and
a hepatitis screen on you.”
"What??" She shot him a glare. "I have had it for years. You don't have to waste the time on your test."
“Listen
I don’t care how much time this wastes for you.” Corbett said back to her in a
calm but terse tone. “I am a lot of things and most of them negative, but when
it comes to my patients nothing is more important to me. I care about your
health and wellbeing so I trust no one, but myself. You may hate every minute
of this, but if anything happens to you under my care I want to make damn sure
I know everything about you medically. That way I can assure you I will
institute the right care."
Yue sized him up for a moment. Every vibe she was picking up from him was misogynistic and arrogant. But his argument had an element of reason to it. If so, the doctor would prove to be a good ship mate after all. "Very well. I will trust your professional opinion."
“Apology
accepted.” Corbett said while he adjusted his hand scanner. “Now the scanner
shows your heart and respiratory rates are excellent; however, that is the time
when we get lazy. I want to do one final test and that is a stress test. A lot
of athletes have died because there have been anatomical defects to their
hearts that was not caught, but they could have been if the doctor just did an exercise
test.”
"As you say."
-----
Once
the exercise test was done and Corbett felt comfortable that there wasn’t any
issues he told her she could zip up her uniform.
“Here
are Commander Wang’s lab reports.” Walter Harris said handing Corbett the
report.
Corbett
nodded as he took the report and looked it over. “Commander how long have you
been around warp engines.”
"My entire life. I was born and raised on a freighter. Why?"
“Well
two of your lab results are slightly abnormal.” Corbett said looking up at
Moon. “Your GGT and AFP are elevated a bit. This indicates to me that you have a
slight liver dysfunction. And before you ask your Hepatitis screen was negative.
This might be nothing, or it could be related to delta radiation exposure. So I
want to schedule you back here in a day or two for a scan.”
"A day or two? You can't do it now?"
“Trust
me I’d love to do it today,” Corbett said a bit sarcastically. “But my Imaging
Chamber is down and your night shift didn’t think it important enough to send
someone out to immediately fix it.”
"What??" The agitation in her voice sounded different than through the rest of the examination. That bit of news brought out a special sort of anger. "Who did your men talk to? That sort of refusal is unacceptable. I will have your chamber looked at immediately." “Thank
you that would be appreciated. We’ll get you in as soon as it’s fixed. Don’t
worry though if something is brewing in your liver. I’ve caught it early enough
to correct it.” Corbett smiling trying to let her know he wasn’t worried at all.
The smile did little to ease her agitation, but deep down she appreciated the gesture - even if her half-scowl said otherwise. "Ok. Let me know. I will go roll some heads for you."
-----
Cmdr Yue "Moon" Wang CEO / XO FCL-06 Meridian
and
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO
FCL-06 Meridian
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Corbett lay
down on his bunk and tried to sleep, but the words he shared with Otto kept
ringing in his head.
“Have
you ever thought of settling down, maybe with your Orion friend?”
“You
are a true romantic sar.”
“No
not really. It’s just seems that every time I see you your either with a
different woman, or off to see one.”
“It
is an occupational hazard of being a professional scoundrel.”
“Have
you ever thought why that is?”
“I
know why that is sar. However, it is a tale for another time.”
Tossing
around in his bed Corbett knew he wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon, so
he got up and hit the underside of the lip to the top of his humidor. Turning
to his vidscreen he inserted the disk he had taken from the secret compartment.
He watched as
the screen lit up with the scene of a bright day and a red sky that cast an
eerie glow throughout the stones of the circular ceremonial grounds. He watched
himself come through the main entrance and walk to the center. He
remembered how the stone fire pit had made the unnaturally hot air seem like a
blast furnace. He watched himself hit the gong that was poised above the pit
and step back.
He heard the
bells in the background get louder indicating that the wedding party was
advancing. He watched himself on the screen and the sweat that was pouring from
him. He remembered hoping he wouldn’t pass out halfway through the
ceremony. He had taken tri-ox and a thermoregulator, but the robes he wore seemed
to counter their effect and make his body steam.
He saw the
wedding party enter and T’Lauris still took his breath away. Never had a
woman captivated him so.
He stopped
the playback and stared at the picture of her which filled up his vidscreen.
She had been everything to him. Even now the pain was almost too much to bear.
The comm.
unit on his desk went off startling him. “Corbett here.” He yelled
into it as he wiped a single tear from his cheek.
“Sorry
to wake you doc., but we got a problem with the Imaging Chamber. It looks like
the central processor went out.” The voice of Jimmy Marx said.
“Well
sar why don’t you call engineering and have them replace it.”
“They
say it’s not really a night shift priority and are turfing it over to the
day shift.” Marx said his voice annoyed.
“Well
that is unacceptable.” Corbett said anger tingeing his voice. “I
think I need to remind them if a freak accident happens and my scanner is down
someone is going to be screwed and it might just be one of them. I’m on
my way down. Corbett out.”
Stopping by
the door he picked up his black hat, smoothed the brim and headed out.
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CMO
FCL-06 Meridian
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The turbolift door swished open and Yue took her first step onto the Meridian bridge as her XO. The Captain turned in his chair, looking very pleased with the moment. "Ms. Wang, we have arrived at the asteroid belt. Ms. Kretchnikov is about to test her new toys. Care to watch the fun?"
"Of course." She answered with a nod.
She made her way around to the starboard side of the bridge, pausing by the Armory station to check the gauges over LtCmdr Kretchnikov's shoulder. While there was nothing fundamentally different about the new phase cannons, there was still a notable power increase that had the her curious as a CEO. She wondered if the new CAO was going to push the limits to try and make herself noticed.
The word was that Kretchnikov was replacing big shoes. Cmdr Frasier was a decorated Starfleet veteran. The events of his illness and departure from the ship were shrouded in mystery, happening suddenly on their return from the space battle. From what she had read in the ship's logs, he wasn't the only one who had left the ship suddenly under... mysterious... circumstances.
Sailors of old might have latched onto the rumors and thought of the ship as being cursed. Possibly.
Fortunately, Yue had grown up in space - literally. The child of boomers. She would always be more comfortable with humming metal underfoot and the crisp hint of scrubbed air. She always missed that special smell that space had when she was forced to go planetside.
She settled into
the seat at the forward engineering station and checked her monitors. "All system are go," she reported. "EPS conducers in armory conduits are primed." It was time to find out what their upgraded ship could do.
----
Cmdr Yue "Moon" Wang
CEO/XO
FCL-06 Meridian
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After getting reports from Wang, Kretchnikov and Bones, Rog had made his initial status report. Leaving the space dock had gone flawlessly. While he had been sure of the weapons status before he had asked Kretchnikov, he had asked her as a matter of course. He had given Sheppard coordinates for the Hood asteroid belt. The belt was fairly close to Earth and had been in use as a target range, for a number of years now. It should provide a chance for Kretchnikov to put her people through their paces.
He sat in the captain's chair looking at the asteroid belt. There were a number of medium to large rocks out there. Rog turned to Kretchnikov and said, "When you're ready Ms. Kretchnikov."
Looking at Sheppard he said, "Mr. Sheppard, keep us at a safe distance from the belt. No sense in taking chances with fragments."
Just then the lift door opened and Rog saw Commander Wang stepping out. He nodded and said, "Ms. Wang, we have arrived at the asteroid belt. Ms. Kretchnikov is about to test her new toys. Care to watch the fun?" He turned back to the main view screen and sat back to watch the show.
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
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Turning to the tactical station. He said, "Ms. Kretchnikov, we should arrive at the nearest asteroid belt in about a day or so. I would like for you to have our weapons calibrated by then. Once there, we'll have some target practice to see how our new toys are working."
Illanya allowed herself an inward grin. As if she'd let the ship leave spacedock without being fully prepared. They were at war and the weapons could be needed at any time. This ship was ready. She'd made sure of that. Shesimply nodded to the Captain as she kept hersurveilance of the tactical station.
LtCmdr Illanya Kretchnikov
CAO
FCL-06 Meridian
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The hum of the warp core indicated that the ship was in motion. It was a comforting sound to any engineer on a starship. Just as the fusion reactions of a sun provided all energy needed to sustain life on a planet, the anti-matter-matter reactions in the warp drive sustained all life on board planet Meridian.
The engineers of Alpha shift were lined up for inspection for their new leader. It was an awkward feeling for most. LtCmdr Vanhanen had not been a by the book kind of guy. He was more a duct tape and baling wire engineer (for those who still knew a thing or two about antiquated technology). Formality didn't matter as much as getting the work done. It had fit with many on
board.
The stern-faced asian woman pacing around the bay appeared to be of a much different mind set. It wasn't that she felt like she was by the book, so much as that she expected things to be done her way. She had seen more and done more with an engine than anyone else in the room. At least that is how it felt as she stared everyone down one by one.
"You are all good engineers. You would not be here otherwise," she was saying. "I do not doubt that. But we need great engineers. Superb engineers. Perfect engineers. There is always room for improvement. We can always be more efficient. The day an engineer becomes satisfied with his equipment is the day that the human race stops to develop. You have been given the finest ship known to mankind. When we come back to Earth, we will have a better one still."
She turned on her heel and started pacing back the other way down
the line. A subtle smile actually crossed her lips as she delivered one last line to her speech.
"You have your duties. Dismissed." She happened to be standing beside Ensign Michaels as she dismissed everyone. "You have the bay. I will be on the bridge."
"Aye, Ma'am."
"My role as XO will keep me there more than what you might expect from your CEO. I will be counting on you to step up your management of the bay."
"Aye, Ma'am."
Yue had read through Michelle Michaels' file. A talented engineer, rated highly, but with a slightly timid. "Don't worry. You'll be fine," she said with a smile.
A surprised smile slowly crept onto Michaels' face. Perhaps the CEO wasn't going to be such a hard case after all? "Thank you, Ma'am."
----
Cmdr Yue Wang
CEO /
XO
FCL-06 Meridian
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After receiving acknowledgement of those
orders, he tapped the comm button. "Ms. Wang, keep me apprised of our
engine status." Switching channels he continued, "Bones, I trust you
enjoyed your shore leave. What is Sickbay's status?" As he awaited his
CEO's and his CMO's responses, Rog looked out at the stars. How he longed to be
out there once more.
End Snip>>
~~Sickbay~~
Corbett entered Sickbay just in time to hear the comm. go
off. “I enjoyed myself immensely Cap and Sickbay is all set.”
Turning Corbett saw his three medics smiling at him.
“Is there a reason the three of you look so amused?”
“Heard you met one of the new Ice Queens.”
Walter Harris the Surgical Tech said chuckling.
“Word is she’s not amused at your
antics.” Frank Merrick the Pharmacy Mate chimed in.
Corbett pushed his hat to the back of his head while he
appraised his corpsmen. “I assume you are talking about Commander Wang
and as I just met her I’m not sure what antics you are referring
too.”
“Your smoking lounge isn’t exactly
regulation.” Jimmy Marx the head medic answered.
Corbett had to chuckle at the three. “Gentlemen I
dare say there isn’t much associated with me that is regulation. Besides
the new duct work was necessary given the upgrades this ship has gone through.
Now my final word on this is that the young lady looks to me like the sort who
might enjoy a good cigar every now and again. Oh and by the way she is
scheduled at 0:600 for her primary shipboard physical so I expect all of you to
act professional and with great efficiency as you go about your duties while
she is here.”
Corbett raised an eyebrow at his medic. “If that is
the case sar please explain to me why I received a bill for 1,000 credits to
drain, scrub and sanitize my pool and my housekeeper threatened to quit.”
“Well um… I sort of um..” Harris
stammered.
“Never mind sar save it for another day.” He
said putting his hand up. “Right now I want to go over the new
modifications to the imaging chamber, the two new treatment beds and the brand
new surgical suite.”
“Yes sir.” The 3 medics said in unison.
~~Galley~~
It was close to 1 am when Corbett was satisfied that he
had tortured his medics enough and that his Sickbay could rival any the Fleet
had to offer. As he passed by the Galley on his way to his quarters the
door slid open and Otto the chef poked his head out.
“Ah just the person I was looking for.” The
chef said.
“And what can I do for you this evening sar?”
Corbett asked.
“Well doctor I just made a pot of Texas chili and
I’d like you try it.”
Corbett pushed his hat back and smiled from ear to ear.
“A taste of home sounds excellent right about now.”
“I thought it might.” Otto said. “Kind
of a way to ease you back into shipboard life.”
“I thank ya kindly sar.” Corbett said as he
sat down at one of the tables and waited while Otto brought back two steaming
bowls.
They ate in silence for a few minutes as Otto stayed
quiet while he watched Corbett savor the chili.
“My compliments sar, the flavor is
exceptional.”
“I’m glad you approve.” Otto said
smiling. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question. It’s
something that’s been bothering me for a couple of days now.”
Corbett put his spoon down and appraised the chef.
“Alright sar, but please don’t be offended if I reserve the right
to refuse to answer.”
“Fair enough.” Otto remarked. “I heard
you went to see an old friend, an Orion female. I heard they have tremendous
power over men. I guess I’ve been wondering how you keep from getting
effected?”
“Their power is in chemicals they secrete called
pheromones.” Corbett said picking his spoon back up. “Men pick up
this scent and go mad over these women. What most people, hell most doctors
don’t know is that all mammals have an organ called the vomeronasal organ
that picks up pheromones and sends a signal to the brain. In humans it’s
located near the bottom of the septal wall, the bone dividing the nose. Well
sar I’ve had my nose rebuilt several times and that specialized organ has
been removed. So the short answer is I don’t process their pheromones,
ergo I am free of their spell.”
“I guess that’s lucky for you.” Otto
said though he sounded disappointed at such a simple answer.
“While Orion women do rely heavily on their
pheromones believe me it’s not the only characteristic they possess that
keeps men enthralled.” Corbett answered.
“Have you ever thought of settling down, maybe with
your Orion friend?” Otto asked.
“You are a true romantic sar.”
“No not really. It’s just seems that every
time I see you your either with a different woman, or off to see one.”
“It is an occupational hazard of being a
professional scoundrel.” Corbett replied.
“Have you ever thought why that is?” Otto
asked his voice truly sincere.
“I know why that is.” Corbett said sadly then
smiled. “However it is a tale for another time.”
“I’m always here to listen.” Otto said
picking up the bowls.
“I dare say if they ever put a mental health
councilor on Starships, I will definitely see to it that you get one of those
jobs.” Corbett said standing.
“No thanks. It would probably mean a promotion and
being stuck behind a desk. I like to follow my mother’s simple rule. Good
food along with a sympathetic ear and good common sense will always bring a
smile to someone.”
“She sounds like a wise woman sar and I must say
you have done her proud. Thank you for that little taste of home.”
“Sure thing, have a good night doc.”
“And you as well sar.” Corbett said as he
left the galley
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO
FCL-06 Meridian
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A very satisfying week. I would like to welcome Josh's new character Cmdr. Yue 'Moon' Wang aboard. Let's keep this up on the new and improved Meridian's first real mission.
So, for the coming week...
The ship leaves Space Dock at last. We will be going on a shake down cruise and then a possible diplomatic mission which may include first contact possibilities.
The week began in the Meridian's Ready Room. Finney had found Vanhanen's replacement, Lt.Cmdr. Yue Wang. She was CEO aboard the Amaratsu. Aboard the Amaratsu, Wang was overseeing repairs when she got the call to meet Finney. Wang arrived promptly and they discussed her transfer as well as her promotion to Commander. In a short time, Yue 'Moon' Wang found herself the new CEO of the FCL-06 Meridian.
In Meridian's Armory, Kretchnikov accosted Koss and Palermo. She inquired as to where they'd been. Koss tried to explain,but Kretchnikov cut him off and gave the two orders to go over the upgrades and schedule gunnery training. She then asked what they and the captain had been doing. Koss stated that he didn't think they were at liberty to talk about it. This didn't sit well with Kretchnikov and she went to see the captain about it.
Meanwhile Corbett was on his way for shore leave on Luna. However, instead of going there, he went back to Earth. Specifically he went to his ranch in Texas. First though, he stopped to pick up Jimmy Marx at the Starfleet hospital. After sending him back to the Meridian, Corbett headed to Texas. Once there he met up with his Orion girlfriend. She handed him an envelope that had come to Fat Mickey's old club, a club that now belonged to her. The envelope contained a piece of paper with a single line upon it, 'We have a long memory', is all it said. Corbett asked the Orion who dropped it off at the club, but she didn't know. Corbett crumpled the note and the two proceeded to have a good time.
Back on the Meridian's Bridge, Kretchnikov arrived to talk with the captain. It would be their first meeting. Entering the Ready Room, she stood at attention and stated that she wanted to give Finney the status of the ships new defenses. When asked her opinion of her Armory personnel, she stated that she hadn't made a determination yet. She then asked him about the reason for taking the Armory personnel with him. Finney decided to take her into his confidence somewhat and gave her the basic reason for the mission, namely the desire to help Fraiser. Kretchnikov then expressed her displeasure regarding not being informed earlier. Finney replied that she hadn't been aboard when they left for the mission. He replied that he would in future naturally inform her of such decisions. He also reminded her that he was in command of the ship. Kretchnikov acknowledged this. The two then discussed the improvements that had been done to the Meridian's defenses.
The SIM week runs from 00:01 am EST on Sunday (05.01 am GMT) until Midnight EST Saturday/05:00 am GMT. If your log has not been counted in this weeks log count, it may have arrived after the 'deadline', but rest assured - it will be in next weeks report .
Crewmember
Position
10/17/09
10/24/09
10/31/09
11/07/09
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
1
1
5
2
Lt.Cmdr. Timo Vanhanen
A/XO/CEO
1
2
6
-
Lt.Cmdr. Illanya Kretchnikov
CAO
1
1
0
2
Lt. Carson Sheppard
CHO
1
0
0
0
Lt.(jg) Stile Corbett
CMO
1
1
3
1
Ens. Andress Lukacic
AO
0
0
1
L
Total Crew Logs
5
5
15
5
NPCs:
Various Armory Personnel
(Chris,Matija)
1
1
1
-
EEEvil Armory Personnel
(Josh)
-
-
1
-
Total NPC Logs
1
1
2
-
Academy Students:
---
-
-
-
-
Total Academy Logs
-
-
-
-
Guests:
Cmdr. Katrina Davidson
(Nat)
-
-
1
-
Cmdr. Yue Wang (Josh) 1
Total Guest Logs
-
-
1
1
TOTAL LOG COUNT
6
6
18
6
Legend: E = Excused L = LOA 0 = Unexcused R = Resigned/Removed U = Under Review
Reminders:
Log Count: This SIM runs from 0001 hours Sunday to 0000 hours Saturday(EST). Joint Logs count as one full log per participant to encourage their use.
One quality log per week, minimum, to keep the storyline progressing and the SIM active.
Please try and keep to this minimum standard; Real Life can always get in the way, but if you're committed to the Meridian, it's not too much to ask.
From the SIM Guide: "... a log is not really a log unless it advances the plot... Do not be afraid to carry the plot forward and do not always rely on your command staff to do it for you."
You can take advanced courses in Astro-Navigation, Medical and Senior Officer's Training. Just go to the TFE Academy Web Site at http://academy.firstera.net/ to learn more.
Please note - if you are unexcused for two weeks in a row, your position on Meridian is in jeopardy. Weekly logging is essential to keep the game going - please email the CO or XO if you are unable to meet this requirement and we will excuse you. This is basic courtesy, and is the bare minimum that is required of all players.
The
Shuttle-pod came to a smooth gliding stop at the end of the grappling arm,
shuddering gently as the docking clamps secured it with dull clanks. The
docking bay doors closed shut beneath it. A short burst of coolant exhaust
bathed its lower half in a light mist as atmosphere was returned to the bay and
normal pressure was restored.
Moments
later the shuttle hatch opened and a cowboy hat peeked out. Corbett slung his
bag over his shoulder and turned toward the pilot, a pretty young Ensign.
"Thank ya kindly for the lift miss, it was a true pleasure."
"You're
welcome, so you'll call me when you get back into dry dock?" She asked as
she gave him a lingering kiss
"It
will be my first act upon arrival." Corbett said smiling at her. Turning
back toward the deck he noticed Timo at the top of the gangway, with his bags
packed and a very pretty Asian woman staring at him. The woman wasn't smiling,
but Timo looked amused. A trained eye could tell, because one corner of his
mouth was curled upward three millimeters and the corresponding eye was closed
ever so slightly - a Finnish smirk.
"Velcome
back, Doctor. You're here just in time."
"Doctor?"
Yue asked in clear, but accented, English that showed a hint of surprise.
"Yaw."
Climbing
up from the shuttle-pod Corbett made his way over to the pair. "Thor,
rumor has it that you have resigned your commission sar."
"Yaw."
Timo confirmed with a nod. "I got a sick vife and a sick dad back on Earth
dat need me more dan Meridian does."
Corbett
understood, but didn't want to see his friend leave. "I go away for 5 days
and the whole damn world goes to hell and a handbasket."
Timo
had to agree with Stile’s sentiment. He was torn with this decision,
though he was certain it was the right one. A time came in every man's life
where tough choices had to be made. Neither direction was going to leave him perfectly
happy. He'd have to give up Meridian or give up his family. There was some old
adage about cake and eating that had something to do with that very thing. Timo
hadn't understood fully until this moment in time.
The
retiring CEO summed up all those thoughts with, "Life's a bear
sometimes."
"Unfortunately
that statement is more than true.” Corbett replied sadly and then turned
toward the Asian woman. “Where are my manners.”He said with a
toothy grin as he removed his hat in a gallant flourish. "Dr. Stile
Corbett at your service ma'am"
"Commander
Yue Wang," she answered in a cool, formal tone. Unlike the young Ensign
the good doctor had just left in the shuttle, she woman wasn't buying his Texas
charms. "I'm the new CEO and First Officer. You are our CMO, I
presume?"
“You
presume correctly ma’am.” Corbett said as he straightened from his
bow and placed his hat back on his head.
She looked the doctor up and down for what felt like a long moment. The man almost had the irreverent attitude of a boomer to him. She felt an instinctive urge to test his limits. "I hope you treat your patients on the biobed a bit more professional than the shuttle pilots."
Corbett
gave a half smile to the woman, which for those who knew him meant he was intrigued
and amused at the same time. “Well then I guess you’ll need to find
out for yourself ma’am. We can schedule an appointment at your convenience.”
"06:00. Get it out of the way early. I have a lot of catch up to do."
“06:00
tomorrow works well for me.” He said as he sprung his trap. “Please
make sure you eat nothing after 10pm tonight.”
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Now why would that be?"
“When
assuming a new duty station all new personnel regardless of rank are required
to undergo a physical exam and blood work to assure that the CMO is aware of
any preexisting conditions, or physical limitations said person may have acquired
since their last exam.” Corbett answered in a very businesslike way. “This
exercise will also give you firsthand knowledge of how my team operates and our
efficiency as a critical department on this ship. If you like I will have my
Chief Medic send you the reports on our last mass casualty drill and the
efficiency my department operated with during the last battle.”
"I will get to it soon enough. When I need to know, I will ask."
“Very
good Commander, I’ll see you in the morning.” Corbett said very
pleased with himself as she turned to walk away. “Now as to you Thor, I’ll
see you to your shuttle.”
"Ok." He answered and hoisted his bag up onto his shoulder.
Timo
climbed down to the shuttle followed by the doctor. Both men were silent for a
moment knowing that this was most likely Timo’s last time here on the
ship.
“I
assume that you’ll be moving Zoey back to Finland upon your return?”
Corbett quietly asked then added quickly before the Finn could respond. “I
will send you a list of a few doctors I’ve met at conferences who
practice there. They are excellent physicians and one has a reputation as a top
rehab specialist.”
"Probably Tohtori Tiilikainen. Rovaniemi is a small place. Everybody kinda knows everybody dere, you know? But tanks for tinking of us anyway, Doc."
“It’s
the least I can do.” Corbett said waving away the Finn’s thanks. “Before
you go I think it only fitting I send you off the same way we met.”
Reaching
into the bag still slung over his shoulder Corbett pulled out a bottle of
Tequila and began opening the cap. “It seems like a century ago since we
had a drink at that bar on Forest. May the stars always shine upon you Timo
Vanhanen.” He said taking a pull from the bottle and then handing it over
to Timo.
The engineer, now former engineer, looked down at the bottle. They certainly had come a long way in a short time. As sad as he was about leaving Meridian, though, he was in a much better place than he was at their first meeting. This time he was leaving to take his wife someplace where they would finally be safe.
A slight smirk crossed the Finn's face before he took a pull on
the bottle. It was quality stuff. Real quality. He passed it back with a typical Timo nod. "Yaw. You be careful vid dat stuff. And take care of de crew. I'll be vatching de news updates back home."
~~ Shuttlepod One ~~
Timo's eyes were glued to the old girl as the shuttle dropped from the launch bay and slipped into its debarkation pattern. There were so many emotions swirling around inside of him. He was going back and forth, certain that he had made the correct decision but doubting it still.
"Feeling ok, Commander?" Petty Officer Douglasdale asked from her spot in the pilot's seat.
"Yaw."
"It will be different not seeing you around, but I'll bet Zoe will be happy to have you back."
"Yaw."
"Well, just sit back and relax. I'll have you back home to her in no time."
Back home. Put that way, it didn't sound half so bad after all.
----
LtCmdr Timo Vanhanen (ret.)
former CEO/XO
FCL-06 Meridian
Cmdr Yue "Moon" Wang
CEO/XO
FCL-06 Meridian
and
Lt Stile Corbett MD
CMO
FCL-06 Meridian
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It felt good to once again be sitting in the Captain's chair. Rog thought that it had been ages since he'd been in this seat. What with the upgrades and then rescuing Ian, it had indeed been a while. Now he was back where he belonged. He looked around and realized the Bridge hadn't changed all that much. From what Lt.Cmdr Kretchnikov had shown him, the weapons and hull polarization had been improved somewhat. How those improvements worked, remained to be seen.
Now it was time for them to leave the space dock at last. They were to go on a standard patrol and await further orders. It was his understanding that those orders were to arrive in the next couple of days. Rog said, "Mr. Shepard, ask the dock master for permission to get under way. Once that is given, proceed at one quarter impulse till we are at a safe distance. Then at three quarters impulse to the nearest asteroid belt."
Turning to the tactical station, Rog was almost surprised to see an attractive blond woman standing there and not Ian. It still made him sad to think of his once strong friend sitting in a wheelchair, weak as a kitten. He said, "Ms. Kretchnikov, we should arrive at the nearest asteroid belt in about a day or so. I would like for you to have our weapons calibrated by then. Once there, we'll have some target practice to see how our new toys are working."
Rog was disappointed that he had neither a new Comms or Science officer for the upcoming mission. Still the enlisted personnel that he'd put in charge of those departments, were more than adequate. He addressed them at this moment, "Ms. Hendriksen, Mr. Baxter, you will alert me to any changes in our surroundings and or any incoming information from Starfleet. Is that clear?"
After receiving acknowledgement of those orders, he tapped the comm button. "Ms. Wang, keep me apprised of our engine status." Switching channels he continued, "Bones, I trust you enjoyed your shore leave. What is Sickbay's status?" As he awaited his CEO's and his CMO's responses, Rog looked out at the stars. How he longed to be out there once more.
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
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Illanya strode onto the bridge as she noticed another new face come out of the Captain's ready room. A courteous nod as they passed. And a moment later she stood in front of the door. She took no hesitation in tapping the door chime.
Rog looked up and said, "Enter."
"LtCmdr Kretchnikov Sir. I vould like to speak to you if you have a moment.", she replied.
Rog replied, "Yes, of course. Come in commander."
Illanya stepped in as the door glided open. "I vanted to give you a status on ships defences Captain. All upgrades have gone as planned with some modifications of my own.", she said standing at attention.
Rog stood and said, "At ease commander." He extended his hand and said, "It's good to have you aboard commander. I trust the Meridian's Armory personnel are meeting your expectations."
Illanya stood at ease.
"I have yet to make that determination Sir. So far I have been satisfied. Permission to speak candidly Sir?", she asked.
Rog lowered is hand and replied, "Of course commander."
"I am avare that you took three of my men on some sort of mission. They have not divulged the nature of this mission. Vould you care to Captain?", she said in a matter-of-fact tone. No sign of anger or accusation in her words.
Rog thought a moment. Kretchnikov had every right as the CAO to ask such a question. As one of his staff officers, Rog felt it necessary to take her into his confidence. He said, "Yes commander I would. Your predecessor, Cmdr. Ian Fraiser was in trouble and needed my help. In order to help him, I felt it necessary to take my former XO, my CMO and three of the Armory personnel, in order to effect this help."
Illanya nodded, "I see. I vould request in future you inform me vhen you require armory personnel Captain. I understand you are in command here but I must know vere my people are at all times to maintain effective defense of this vessel. As it vas I vas missing 3 people without a vord. I find that unacceptable Sir."
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Rog replied, "When we left on this mission commander, you were not aboard. In the future, you will be fully informed naturally. Oh and you're right about something else, I am in command of this vessel. Don't forget it." He wasn't about to let this Russian walk all over him.
"Of course Sir. That is never in doubt.", she nodded. She wasn't worried about this Captain any more. The line had been drawn and she wouldn't cross it again. "I thought you vould vant to see the new veapons specs.", she added as she handed him a PADD.
With a nod, Rog took the PADD and began to read the specs. He said, "Hmm, only slight improvements. What is your assessment commander?"
"This vessel vas state-of-the art ven it was originally built Sir. It's veapons pack a bigger punch and our improved veapons stores vill allow us to stay in the fight longer. It's all about outlasting the enemy Sir. Ve are capable of giving the Romulans a very bloody nose Sir."
Rog said, "Well that's something I suppose. As you know we were in a very tough fight at Jupiter's Ghost. So any improvement is welcome. What about our polarization capabilities?
"The armor has been improved to an additional 50% higher dispersal rate than the previous armor. Ve'll be able to take a few more direct hits vithout falling apart. All in all this ship is as ready for the fight as we can make her."
Rog smiled and said, "That's good to hear isn't commander? Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"
"Nyet, Captain. That vas all. If you'll excuse me I vould like to go to my station now and run a diagnostic on the new targeting system.", she replied.
Rog stood and said, "Of course commander. It's good to have you aboard the Meridian." He extended his hand.
"Da Captain.", she replied taking his hand and shaking it. Without any more ado she spun on her heel and walked out.
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
&
LtCmdr Illanya Kretchnikov
CAO
FCL-06 Meridian
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The docking
bay doors opened beneath Shuttle-pod 2 as the docking clamps that secured it
released. The pod dropped smoothly and purposefully from the ship and after a
moment fired its impulse engines.
“We’re
on our way doc and should be on Luna within an hour.” The pilot who
Corbett recognized as Ensign Masoom relayed.
“Thank
ya sar, but I’m actually going to Earth.” Corbett corrected.
“The
passenger manifest says Luna Colony.” The Ensign explained.
“There’s
been a change in my itinerary. I’m headed to Earth, San Francisco. I do
hope that won’t inconvenience you too much.” Corbett said smiling.
“No sir,
but I’ll need to get clearance.” The Ensign answered.
“Good
man. You do that and wake me when we arrive.”
Corbett
watched as the young man nodded then he put his hat over his head and fell into
a sound sleep.
~~Star
Fleet Medical: Out Take Facility~~
The
wheelchair rolled to a halt in the waiting room and smiled when he saw Corbett
standing by the reception desk flirting with the young civilian woman sitting
there.
“I
guess some things never change do they doc?” Jimmy asked.
“No
Jimmy Marx they certainly do not.” Corbett answered turning to his chief
medic. “However I personally have come to fetch you as my sickbay is
overrun by Yankee medics who have no clue about how to run it. I’m afraid
your days of lollygagging are over sar, it’s time for you to resume your
duties as my right hand man.”
“With
pleasure.” Jimmy said as he stood.
“Sit
back down sar, have you no shame.” Corbett said in mock horror.
“You know as well as I do that you must be wheeled out the door.”
“Fine
just get me out of here.” Jimmy said in feigned frustration.
Corbett
wheeled the young medic out the door and over to the shuttle, which was powered
down at the facilities landing pad.
“How’s
Commander Fraiser?” Jimmy asked.
“He’s
doing just fine and we expect him to make a full recovery.” Corbett said
quietly then added in a stronger voice. “Now I need you to focus your
energy on correcting the mistakes that Mr. Merrick has made in my sickbay. The
Captain has forbid me from keelhauling him so you are my only hope.”
“Gee
thanks Stile, nice to know my homecoming has touched your heartstrings.”
“You
may get up and walk now.” Corbett said when they stopped in front of the
shuttle-pod door.
“You
ready doc?” Ensign Masoom asked from the pod’s doorway.
“Yes
sar I am.” Corbett replied. “Please take Mr. Marx back to the
Meridian post haste.”
“What
about you?” Jimmy asked.
“I’ll
be along in a few days sar. I’m heading over to my ranch in San
Antonio.” Corbett said frowning.
“Something
wrong?” Jimmy asked concern in his voice.
“Against
my better judgment I have allowed Mr. Harris to use it over the last few weeks
and God knows what damage he has done to it. At the very least I must
deyankeefy it.”
“You
let Walt have your place?” Jimmy asked smirking.
“It’s
a long story and one for another time. Now get moving sar.” Corbett said
smiling.
“Oh
I’m going to want to hear that one.” Marx said as he stepped into
the shuttle.
Ignoring
Jimmy’s sarcasm, Corbett spoke to Masoom. “Thank you for all your
help sar.”
“No
problem doc. I could give you a ride, to San Antonio, it would only take a few
minutes.” Masoom said.
“I
don’t want to put you to any trouble.” Corbett said smiling.
“No
trouble, get in.” Masoom said as he headed to the pilot’s chair.
~~The
Corbett Ranch, San Antonio, Texas~~
Corbett
stepped up to the front porch and felt a twinge of anxiety. It had been almost
a year since he had been back. The ranch had felt empty since his Mother had
died, but it was still his childhood home.
The front
door slid open and the familiar smells of home washed over him. His housekeeper
had made sure that everything was as he had left it a year ago. He made a note
to himself to leave her a little something extra for the mess she had to clean
up after Harris had left.
He didn’t
know why, but suddenly he felt better as if the weight of the last few weeks,
hell the last few years had finally dissipated. He walked along the wood floor
of the hallway to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle from the chiller and
headed out to the pool deck. The sunlight of the late afternoon danced across
the pool as he settled into the oversized rocking chair his mother had always
favored.
Opening the
bottle he didn’t even bother with a glass, but instead just upended it in
a long pull.
“The
view is beautiful.” She said as she stepped out of the house and onto the
deck.
Corbett
didn’t turn, but continued to gaze at the water. “I don’t
know that I ever truly appreciated it until now.” He said then sighed.
“I hope the trip was pleasant for you, but I felt Luna probably was not a
safe place for me to be at the moment.”
“That’s
probably true.” She said as she reached for the bottle.
Corbett
watched as the fading sun made her green skin sparkle. “I heard you took
over the club upon Fat Mickey’s timely demise.
“I
owned the majority share as it was, so getting it cheaply from his estate was
little problem.” She said smiling. “I almost forgot this came to
the club for you,” and handed him an old fashioned sealed envelope.
Corbett
took the envelope from her and opened it. The card inside contained only a
short sentence. “We have a long memory!”
Crumpling the
card he asked. “Who delivered it?”
“I
don’t know it was left on the front bar 2 days ago. I don’t think
anyone saw it delivered. Is everything okay?”
“Everything
is fine. It’s just an old bookie looking for money. I’ll have
Joseph take care of it in the morning. Now I have 5 days leave and we have a
lot of catching up to do.”
“Yes we
do.” She said as she slid into his lap and wrapped her arms around him.
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO
NX-06 Meridian
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Well, we had an interesting and exciting week haven't we Meridianites? We rescued Ian and lost our CEO. Though never fear, Josh is just coming up with a new character.
So, for the coming week...
We meet some new officers and prepare for the Meridian's shake down cruise. Then, onto a brand new mission. Till next week Meridianites.
The week began with Finney,Vanhanen and Corbett crawling their way to bins outside the Arik Clinic. As they waited for the Armory personnel to give them their cue, Vanhanen went over the immediate past in his head and thought it all a bit unfair. Suddenly, they heard the diversionary attack begin and the guards being drawn away. As they made their way into the clinic, the white hallways made Vanhanen think of how deceptive the color was. The trio made their way despite having to duck into closets to avoid patrols. Finney asked how close they were and Vanhanen tells them to go a bit further down the hall.
The trio spotted a team of security officers and a doctor. Finney decided to knock them out and take their clothes. It had gotten too dangerous to keep moving in their uniforms. After taking the uniforms, the trio continued on. They arrived outside an operating room and Finney asked Vanhanen if this was he right spot. With a nod from Vanhanen, Finney kicked in the door and covered the first doctor he saw. Finney asked Corbett who the female doctor was as he saw Fraiser. Finney could only hope that Corbett could help Fraiser after they got him out.
Back aboard the Meridian, Lukacic entered the Mess Hall. He saw Staines approaching him and Staines being Staines, the petty officer knocked over his glass. Lukacic doesn't get too upset about it though. Staines tried to clean up the mess, but it only made it worse. CPO Freidrich asked Staines if he was making another mess. Staines didn't answer as he was too embarrassed. Lukacic asked Otto if the stain would come off as he didn't have a spare uniform. Otto assured him that the quartermaster would be able to help out. Otto told Staines to get back into the galley and regretted letting him out in the first place. Staines left for the kitchen. Lukacic asked if anyone played chess and Otto told him to come back in an hour after he obtained a clean uniform.
In the Arik Clinic operating room, Finney et al were trying to release Fraiser from the table. As they do this, Davidson and a team of four Section 31 agents enter the room. Finney ordered Davidson to have her people lower their weapons and for all to remain calm. As this happened Corbett put Fraiser in a fireman's carry. After a protective glass was raised, Davidson's people aimed their rifles at Finney's party. Davidson ordered her people to hold their fire and when one of her men started to aim his rifle at Davidson, Finney shot him. Vanhanen aimed his rifle at a steam pipe and fired. This caused Davidson's people to seek cover from the steam. Finney hit one or two other Section 31 agents and Davidson quietly told him that he shouldn't have come as she wouldn't be able to protect him from Section 31. Finney replied that if Section 31 came after them, so be it and that he had to come after Fraiser as some people still knew the meaning of loyalty. Davidson warned that Fraiser's blood had the power to destroy the human race and she'd rather be Finney's traitor than be guilty of genocide. Corbett begged Davidson to let them pass. Davidson gets word that more Section 31 agents were coming and she tells Finney's party to get out of the area. Finney called in Sheppard and the party made their way out of the clinic.
At the beginning of the attack, Fat Mickey's pod landed and Reece and Palermo popped out guns blazing. After the initial surprise was over, the MAA's were pinned down behind some rocks. Koss gave them covering fire from the pod's cannons. Reece ordered Palermo through hand signals, to draw the enemy fire. The pair then used the canals as cover as they flanked the Section 31 members.
Upon returning to the Meridian, Finney, Vanhanen and Corbett relaxed in Corbett's makeshift cigar lounge. Corbett offers Finney a good cigar and Finney accepts. After taking the cigar, Finney asked about Vanhanen's whereabouts. Corbett assured Finney that Vanhanen had been invited. Just then Vanhanen entered the decon chamber. Vanhanen noticed how the cigar smoke went up in the filtering system and commented on it. Corbett complimented Eversam's ability and offered Vanhanen a cigar and some tequila. Vanhanen accepted the tequila. Vanhanen states that the tequila beats his moonshine. This comment horrifies Corbett. Corbett states that he had received word from Rawl that Ian was on the mend, but his full recovery would be a while and he wouldn't be fit for duty for a year, maybe two. He then asked Vanhanen about the nanobot sample they'd sent Vanhanen's Engineering friends. Vanhanen informs the others that they couldn't find anything. Vanhanen wonders if maybe it would be better if the Section 31 the nano technology should have stayed behind closed doors. The trio discussed the pros and cons of this and how much longer they'd be in the drydock. After answering this question, the trio, Corbett asked for permission to go to Luna Colony to talk to an Orion woman. Finney gives his permission.
After their cigars and tequila break, Vanhanen asked Finney to talk about something. Finney was concerned. Vanhanen then states he was going to resign his commission. The two discuss this development and Finney regretfully accepts the resignation.
The SIM week runs from 00:01 am EST on Sunday (05.01 am GMT) until Midnight EST Saturday/05:00 am GMT. If your log has not been counted in this weeks log count, it may have arrived after the 'deadline', but rest assured - it will be in next weeks report .
Crewmember
Position
10/17/09
10/24/09
10/31/09
11/07/09
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
1
1
5
Lt.Cmdr. Timo Vanhanen
A/XO/CEO
1
2
6
Lt.Cmdr. Illanya Kretchnikov
CAO
1
1
0
Lt. Carson Sheppard
CHO
1
0
0
Lt.(jg) Stile Corbett
CMO
1
1
3
Ens. Andress Lukacic
AO
0
0
1
Total Crew Logs
5
5
15
NPCs:
Various Armory Personnel
(Chris,Matija)
1
1
1
-
EEEvil Armory Personnel
(Josh)
-
-
1
-
Total NPC Logs
1
1
2
-
Academy Students:
---
-
-
-
-
Total Academy Logs
-
-
-
-
Guests:
Cmdr. Katrina Davidson
-
-
1
-
Total Guest Logs
-
-
1
-
TOTAL LOG COUNT
6
6
18
Legend: E = Excused L = LOA 0 = Unexcused R = Resigned/Removed U = Under Review
Reminders:
Log Count: This SIM runs from 0001 hours Sunday to 0000 hours Saturday(EST). Joint Logs count as one full log per participant to encourage their use.
One quality log per week, minimum, to keep the storyline progressing and the SIM active.
Please try and keep to this minimum standard; Real Life can always get in the way, but if you're committed to the Meridian, it's not too much to ask.
From the SIM Guide: "... a log is not really a log unless it advances the plot... Do not be afraid to carry the plot forward and do not always rely on your command staff to do it for you."
You can take advanced courses in Astro-Navigation, Medical and Senior Officer's Training. Just go to the TFE Academy Web Site at http://academy.firstera.net/ to learn more.
Please note - if you are unexcused for two weeks in a row, your position on Meridian is in jeopardy. Weekly logging is essential to keep the game going - please email the CO or XO if you are unable to meet this requirement and we will excuse you. This is basic courtesy, and is the bare minimum that is required of all players.
In a message dated 11/5/2009 6:50:50 A.M. Eastern Standard Time, fifthrate@... writes:
~Armory~
Illanya made her way to the weapon's stores to find Koss and Palermo stowing their gear.
"So, did you two have a good time?", she asked as she approached them
"Ma'am!", they both sounded off as they snapped to attention.
"I do not appreciate having my men disappear without a word.", she said, looking rather unhappy. The men however weren't sure if they'd recognize if she WAS happy.
"Ma'am, Captain Finney...", Koss started but was cut off immediately.
"You followed orders. That is good. I expect no less. My issue is vith the Captain. Now that you are back I need you to go over the new upgrades in the ship's systems Master Chief. I also vant you to schedule gunnery training for those armory personell who lack it. I vant all of you to be able to handle the veapons of this vessel.", she said as she walked back and forth in front of them. She stopped before Koss. "Vhat exactly vere you doing vith the Captain Master Chief?"
"With all due respect Ma'am I don't know that I'm at liberty to discuss it.", he replied.
"I see.", she said. Her eyes flashed with fury. She wasn't used to being refused but she knew enough by her short time with Koss that he was not a man to test boundaries. She respected him for it even if she didn't show it.
"Very vell. I vill speak to the Captain about it.", she nodded. "Carry on.", she said as she made her way out of the armory.
I could be wrong but it still seems I am unable to post to the mail list. I see all of your posts but none of mine. I just sent this one on the 3rd. I have no idea if it got through.
~Armory~
Illanya made her way to the weapon's stores to find Koss and Palermo stowing their gear.
"So, did you two have a good time?", she asked as she approached them
"Ma'am!", they both sounded off as they snapped to attention.
"I do not appreciate having my men disappear without a word.", she said, looking rather unhappy. The men however weren't sure if they'd recognize if she WAS happy.
"Ma'am, Captain Finney...", Koss started but was cut off immediately.
"You followed orders. That is good. I expect no less. My issue is vith the Captain. Now that you are back I need you to go over the new upgrades in the ship's systems Master Chief. I also vant you to schedule gunnery training for those armory personell who lack it. I vant all of you to be able to handle the veapons of this vessel.", she said as she walked back and forth in front of them. She stopped before Koss. "Vhat exactly vere you doing vith the Captain Master Chief?"
"With all due respect Ma'am I don't know that I'm at liberty to discuss it.", he replied.
"I see.", she said. Her eyes flashed with fury. She wasn't used to being refused but she knew enough by her short time with Koss that he was not a man to test boundaries. She respected him for it even if she didn't show it.
"Very vell. I vill speak to the Captain about it.", she nodded. "Carry on.", she said as she made her way out of the armory.
~~Ready Room~~ Since returning to the Meridian, all had been a flurry of activity. The ship was due to leave Space Dock in a few days for her shake down cruise and he had yet to find a replacement for Timo. Rog had finally found the person he was looking for, Lt.Cmdr. Wang aboard the Amaratsu. She seemed to be capable and efficient. Of course she'd receive a promotion along with the position of CEO. He tapped the comm button and said, "Baxter, get me Lt.Cmdr. Wang aboard the Amaratsu." ~~ ESS Amaratsu ~~ The beep of the comm channel was barely audible over the hiss of plasma fuser and the clank of metal panels being removed and replaced. The new Freedom Class starships weren't the only vessels undergoing refit following the space offensive with the Romulans and Klingons. LtCmdr Yue Wang, known as Moon to those who weren't ready to take the time to figure out the traditional chinese pronunciation, was overseeing the final repairs to her Sol class vessel. She had hardly stepped foot off the Amaratsu while she had been in space dock. The dock rats were not to be trusted with her ship. She was only a Sol class, but she was still Yue's pride and joy. "Commander! Message for you!" Petty Officer Gomez shouted over all the noise. Yue looked up from the weld she was putting into place. She was a hands-on CEO. "Who is it?" she snapped in her sharp chinese accent. "Captain Finney, from the Meridian." Well. A Captain. That was unusual. Yue climbed out from beneath the warp core and handed her torch to Chief Greer. "Take over." "Aye, Commander." Yue waltzed steadily to the comm station and pressed the button. "Lieutenant Commander Wang here, Captain. What do you need?" ~~ Meridian ~~ Rog replied, "Cmdr. Wang, I'm in need of a new CEO. After careful review, I'd like to offer you the position. If you'd come over to the Meridian, we could discuss it." Meridian? Transfer? Now that was a surprise. It didn't show on her face, though, as she calculated the decision quickly in her mind. It would take a lot of consideration, but she'd be a fool to turn down a Captain's invitation. + I'll be over in an hour, Captain.+ She arrived at Rog's Ready Room precisely one hour later. "You wanted to speak to me about the CEO position, Captain?" Rog stood and smiled. He held out his hand and said, "Good of you to come over commander. Please have a seat." He sat down before continuing, "Yes, my CEO has just resigned from Starfleet and what with a shake down cruise about to take place in a couple days, I'm in need of a CEO. I've gone over your record and I must say, that I'm quite impressed. What are your thoughts or concerns about a possible transfer?" "I am honored by your confidence. I would be a fool to not consider your offer. I only wish I had had time and reason to learn the new Freedom class design in full detail. From what I see, she is a very beautiful ship." That was an understatement. As much as she loved the Amaratsu, what she had seen of the ship just walking the corridors between the airlock and the bridge had given her shivers. "Your crew fought bravely in battle, Captain. A sign of good leaders. Tell me, who is your XO?" Rog said, "Ah that would have been my former CEO. If you take the CEO position, you would be promoted to full Commander and you'd also be my new XO." Yue was floored, absolutely shocked. "I would be a fool to refuse. I accept, Captain." Rog stood and smiled. He replied, "Excellent commander. I know that you'll be happy aboard the Meridian. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. If you'll see our quartermaster, I'm sure they'll be able to set you up with your new rank pip and ship patch. Welcome aboard the Meridian Cmdr. Wang." He extended his hand.
Yue accepted his handshake with a grip that was surprisingly firm for her build. She had a reputation for being as tough as titanium, as the engineering staff would soon find out. "Thank you, Captain. I will get situated immediately."
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Cpt Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
and
Cmdr Yue "Moon" Wang
CEO / XO
FCL-06 Meridian
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HOUSE RULES (version 1.3)
All games need rules, and ours are kept to a minimum, but it's important that
players stick to them in order that the game runs well.
1. At least one mandatory post per week, this is so we can help maintain a
certain flow to the game. If people break this rule, the game suffers as a
whole - the Meridian only exists in the logs of its crew.
2. If you have to be away from the game for any RL reasons, please let the CO
know privately or send a general notice to the sim list. That way we know who's
away and for how long. This is the right way to miss a weeks logging. The
wrong way is to just do nothing.
3. From the SIM Guide:
http://academy.firstera.net/training/TFE_SIMGuide.htm
"Just remember, a log is not really a log unless it advances the plot... Do not
be afraid to carry the plot forwards and do not always rely on your command
staff to do it for you."
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~ Captain Mendoza (v1.1 10/15/2002)
~ Lieutenant Garroway (v1.2 additions/changes 1/21/2003)
~ Commander Grant (v1.3 additions/changes 30/11/2004)
~ Commander Leber (v1.3 Correction 26/03/2006)
Well an interesting two weeks for us. The intrigue continues to build, let's keep it going.
So, for the coming week...
We wrap up this mission Meridianites by rescuing Ian. Then, we head back to the Meridian and start a brand new mission the week starting November 1. Till next week Meridianites.
The week of October 17, began with the Search and Rescue team headed to the Arik Clinic. Finney and party travel in a new moonbuggy that Koss acquired. Finney asked Corbett where Fat Mickey might spring his trap. Corbett states the ambush will most likely occur when we verify the weapons are genuine. Corbett states that if we were to strike when the Nausis land, we might have an opportunity to get into the clinic before Section 31 knew we were wise to them. Finney orders Sheppard and Koss to be on the lookout for anything suspicious. Then, Finney asked Vanhanen how close they'd have to get to detect Fraiser. Vanhanen states that he's detected Fraiser in the middle of the complex. Corbett comments that Section 31 wanted us to walk into a trap. Finney states then that's what they'd do. He ordered Koss to open fire on the Nausis the moment they land. Koss acknowledged the order. Sheppard inquires about an escape plan. Finney states they'd use the Section 31 pod that Sheppard had discovered.
The week of October 24th began with Vanhanen going to work inside the pod in an attempt to trace the pod Fat Mickey was sending. Withing a few moments, he had a successful lock on the fat man's pod. As he continued his work, he recalled working on the fake countdown aboard the derelict Romulan warbird and how he'd failed at that. He promised himself that he wouldn't fail this time. A few minutes later and the job was done. The team would now be able to dial in the fat guys pod and control it.
Corbett recalled that Sheppard had said the Section 31 pod had some sort of stealth technology and this sparks Vanhanen's interest. Corbett discusses his plan to set up Fat Mickey in a crossfire and get the rest of the team to the clinic. Corbett then went on to discuss the rest of his plan to extricate Fraiser and Finney as well as Vanhanen agree to it.
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Crewmember
Position
10/17/09
10/24/09
10/31/09
11/07/09
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
1
1
Lt.Cmdr. Timo Vanhanen
A/XO/CEO
1
2
Lt.Cmdr. Illanya Kretchnikov
CAO
1
1
Lt. Carson Sheppard
CHO
1
0
Lt.(jg) Stile Corbett
CMO
1
1
Ens. Andress Lukacic
AO
0
0
Total Crew Logs
5
5
NPCs:
Various Armory Personnel
(Chris)
1
1
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Academy Students:
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Total Academy Logs
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Guests:
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Total Guest Logs
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TOTAL LOG COUNT
6
6
Legend: E = Excused L = LOA 0 = Unexcused R = Resigned/Removed U = Under Review
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Timo was quiet as he and Rog stepped out of the good doctor's makeshift smoking room. That wasn't unusual for him, but with so much on his mind this particular silence was more meaningful than usual. "Captain. I'd like to talk to you about someting."
Rog gave his friend a concerned look and said, "What's bothering you Timo?"
"I am resigning my commission." Timo figured it was best to drop the bombshell and get it over with. "It's time for me to leave Meridian."
Rog wasn't surprised somehow. While Timo had been his usual efficient self, there was something lacking in his attitude. He replied, "I see. Well Timo are you sure about this? The Meridian won't be the same without you." "No," he answered frankly. "I love de ship. Dis has been my dream for years. But...I've got Zoe sick in San Francisco, and my fadder sick in Finland, and denn dere's de family business dat vill suffer vidout him to look it over. I know de vork ve do here in space vill be important for keeping dem safe and giving dem a better life, but vhat kind of life can dey have vidout me. My place is at home vid my family. I'm afraid dat if I go on one more mission, I von't be going home to dem at all." Rog nodded and smiled, he said, "Well Timo, I understand. Family is very important and your place is with them." "Tanks for understanding, Captain. I'm sorry to go, and I'm sorry to leave you vidout a CEO. I hate to trust somebody else vid my engine." Rog replied, "Starfleet will find somebody to assume your duties. However, I doubt they'll be able to replace you."
The quiet Finn nodded. "Tanks, Captain."
Rog answered, "You're welcome Timo."
-----
A Joint Duty Log by
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
Lt.Cmdr Timo Vanhanen
CEO
FCL-06 Meridian
_______________________________________________
Meridian mailing list
Corbett took a sip from his glass of Casa Noble Tequila and looked over at his Captain whose face was cast in an eerie glow from the blue light of the Meridian’s decon room. “Care for a cigar Cap.”
Rog replied, "Thanks Bones, I do believe the occasion calls for one. Are they the green ones?"
“No sar, not the green ones today.” Corbett said smiling. “No for this occasion I thought we should smoke 150 year old Hemingway Signatures. It seemed apropos as recent events have felt very much like a novel he might have written.”
Rog reached for the cigar and smelled it. He said, "Nothing like a fine cigar is there Bones? Where's Timo?"
“Not to worry Cap, I have invited Thor and expect him along shortly.” Corbett said just as the door to the decon chamber opened and Timo entered. “Well speak of the devil, glad you could join us sar.”
"Yaw." Timo glanced at the wisps of smoke that fluttered about the men and disappeared into the filtering system in the ceiling overhead. "So dis is vhat you had my guys running all dat duct vork for vhile ve vere gone. Chief Eversam seemed very amused."
“The Chief is a very gifted man and has my thanks. Now please help yourself to a libation and cigar.” Corbett said gesturing to the small shelf he had set out with his favorite vices.
"No smoke, but I'll take de drink." Timo accepted a pour from the doctor and quickly tossed it back. "It's not Koskenkorva, but it beat the stuff I've been fermenting below the hydroponics chamber on C sub-deck."
Corbett looked horrified as Timo made such a fine tequila into a cheap Cuervo shot. “Try to sip the next one Thor, you might find it has quite a change in flavor.” Corbett said trying to ignore the comparison of his beloved beverage with common bootleg hooch.
Rog smiled and said, "Bones, some of us can't appreciate the finer things in life." He sipped his tequila before taking another drag from his cigar.
“I was just about to tell the Captain that I got a communiqué from Sam Rawl at Starfleet Medical. It seems the operation he and I did completely removed those things and that Ian will make a full recovery, albeit a very slow one. Sam doesn’t think Ian will be fit for duty for at least a year maybe two, but now he’ll be in good medical hands. Thor how are your friends at Engineering doing with the specimen we sent over.”
"Senior Chief Murphy said SCE hasn't seen anyting." Timo paused as he accepted a second pour from Corbett's bottle. "Looks like de whole ting is going to stay top secret for a long long vhile."
Rog said, "I'm glad that Ian will be alright. So the SCE boys couldn't make sense of it either. Very strange." Rog was somewhat disturbed by this.
"I've just been tinking about vhat Katrina said. Dat de tings in Ian's blood could destroy all of mankind..." He paused to sip his drink. "Maybe it's best dis all stays secure behind closed doors. I just hope dat whoever is doing de vork has a few more morals dan dose Section 31 bastards. Doesn't seem right, doing all sorts of bad, even if it is to protect de greater good. Ve got to remember ve're still decent human beings, right?" It was an unusually deep thought from the CEO.
“Katrina isn’t a doctor and her statement was only partially true.” Corbett said puffing his cigar. “I didn’t find any of those nano things in Ian’s blood, but she was correct that when they are in a human host they come alive and are quite deadly, but fortunately they are negated by omicron radiation. When outside the host they are dormant and can be destroyed easily.” Then turning back toward Rog he asked. “So I take it that the big boys at Fleet are turning a blind eye to our report about the questionable legalities associated with Section 31’s actions?”
Rog gave Bones a disgusted look. He replied, "Section 31 questionable legalities? What questionable legalities? I swear Bones, it was like they didn't even know what I was talking about. They claimed they'd never heard of the Arik Clinic. If we hadn't rescued Ian, we might as well have imagined everything." He puffed on his cigar and looked a bit lost in thought for a moment.
“It is the bureaucratic way Cap. What do they say, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil and leave no bodies.” Corbett paused taking a long drag from his cigar. “If it’s any consolation they found Fat Mickey dead, sitting on his waste cubicle, victim of a sudden heart attack. Kind of poetic if you ask me. Though it does leave the question hanging out there, will Section 31 be coming for us sooner or later.”
Rog smiled at the news about Fat Mickey. Then, he grew serious and said, "Most likely they will be Bones. I just wonder if that heart attack was the real deal or did someone from Section 31 help it a long, if you know what I mean." He sipped his tequila.
Timo just sat quietly staring at his tequila glass. The doctor raised a good point. They were lucky to escape with their lives, and only did so because Katrina Davidson still had some speck of decency left in her. Sure they saved Ian, but how much more adventure could he survive. Was his work worth more to him than a sick wife and dying father waiting back on Earth?
“Well these blaggards aren’t any scarier than the Vulcan V'Shar.” Corbett said quietly.
Timo raised an eyebrow at the statement.
Corbett saw the questioning looks on his friends faces. “A story for another time gentlemen. By the way Cap how much longer do we have here in dry-dock?”
Rog smiled, at last something good to talk about. He replied, "Just about two or three days or so I've been told.."
“Excellent sar that’s just long enough for me to keep a promise to a beautiful green skinned lady back on Luna.” Corbett said then added. “With your permission of course sar.”
Rog said, "Permission granted Bones."
A Joint Personal Log by
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
LtCmdr Timo Vanhanen
CEO
FCL-06 Meridian
Lt.(jg) Stile Corbett
CMO
FCL-06 Meridian
_______________________________________________
Meridian mailing list
Fat Mickey's shuttle landed right on schedule on the main landing pad in front of the clinic. A small squad of armed guards wearing black Section 31 commando uniforms came out of the clinic and marched toward it. They were about ten meters from the shuttle when the door popped open with a hiss.
Reece and Palermo ran out of the shuttle, guns blazing. The laser fire was cutting through the night. Beams of light.
The squad of guards was surprised. The ones in front fell quickly, hit by the stun shots
from the two Mater at Arms' phaser rifles. Others took cover behind some large rocks nearby.
When the surprise was over, Reece and Palermo were pinned for cover behind a set of huge rocks. The whole terrain was very difficult, with lots of canals and sharp edges made by landing shuttles.
From inside the shuttle, Gunner's Mate Koss was blasting turrets all over the base with clean precision from the phase cannons on Fat Mickey's shuttle. He seemed quite successful at it, laying down cover fire for Reece and Palermo.
Reece used hand signs to order Palermo to provoke the opponents and draw their fire. The two man crew crawled through the canals to circle the guards and fire at them from behind.
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A quick joint log by:
MCPO Koss, MA3 Reece, Crwmn Palermo (NPCs)
as played by
Ens Andress
Lukacic
AO
FCL-06 Meridian
and
Section 31 Black (Red)shirts
as played by
LtCmdr Vanhanen
CEO
FCL-06 Meridian
_______________________________________________
Meridian mailing list
OOC - Sorry, this was supposed to go out before the other 31 Oct 2159 Joint Log
-- Arik Clinic, Operating Room --
<<Snip from Captain Finney’s Oct. 28, Duty Log
Rog said, "Bones, who is this clown?" He pointed his phase pistol at the female doctor. Looking about, he saw Ian on an exam table with a number of tubes coming out of him. His friend looked really bad off. Rog could only hope that Bones could help Ian out.
End snip>>
Corbett lowered the pulse rifle he held and looked the woman up and down. She appeared to be in her mid fifties of medium height with a very thin body. Her face was angular and severe and she stared back at him with black piercing eyes devoid of humanity and a slight smile that held no warmth.
“This clown sar is Dr. Mariah Conrad.” Corbett said as he raised his pulse rifle again and motioned her away from the exam table holding Ian.
“And I assume by that stupid hat you’re Dr. Stile Corbett.” She said, contempt dripping from her words.
Out of the corner of his eye Corbett saw Timo give a silent chuckle at the doctor’s insult. “Thor don’t disconnect any tubes yet. I need to know what’s flowing through them and at what
rates”
"Yaw." Timo stepped over one of the unconscious guards and stepped over to the control panel. The engineer thought it looked like a pretty impressive setup. Several pumps, with multiple check valves to optimize flow rate and pressure. Too bad it made his colleague look like some sort of Frankenstein monster.
Corbett watched as Timo set to work on the panel controlling the maze of tubes going in and out of Ian. Turning toward Finney, he said, “This may take a bit Cap, can you make sure I’m
not disturbed for a few.”
Rog replied, "Sure Bones." He took his phase pistol and stood guard, while Bones did his thing.
“You have no idea what you’re dealing with here.” Dr Conrad spat as she inched her way closer to the wall.
“On the contrary madam I have every idea with what and whom I am dealing.” Corbett said his voice a menacing growl. “Now before my manners begin to slip and you see exactly how ungentlemanly I can be, I suggest you begin a very quick medical download on my friend here.”
“If you try and move my patient doctor, you will likely kill him.” She said her voice impassionate and clinical.
“If I leave him here with you, I am positive you will kill him, doctor.” Corbett said sarcastically as he aimed his pulse rifle at her. “Now madam I’ll ask you only once more. What’s in the tubes?”
Timo glanced over at the confrontation, wondering if the Sec-31 doctor was going to take a pot shot at him for toying with her experiment.
“You don’t have the medical training to even begin to understand the significance of what I am doing here. How could a backwoods hick like you ever expect to comprehend.” She clipped off her last sentence as she lunged for the comm. unit affixed to the wall. “Lab 4 breach…”
Dr. Conrad’s words ended in a blue pulsed haze. Corbett lowered the smoking rifle and shouted to Rog. “Cap we got
incoming,” then turning toward Timo, he said. “Thor my guess is we have 30 seconds to maybe a minute in which to get Ian out of here. Tell me you learned something about what they were doing and what’s in those damn tubes?”
"If I'm reading de spectral readouts correctly, it's some mixture of yttrium, strontium, and copper compounds - probably ingredients of some nanoscopic superconductor material. Galadinium...yaw, dat makes sense. Transverse contrasting agent for." Timo looked up from his analysis. "Dey've got it pumping trough at a rate to match his blood pressure. I tink it's vired up as an artificial heart. Like
surgery."
Rog turned to Bones and said, "What does that mean Bones? Can we get him out of here or not?"
Timo and Corbett had the same thought. "He's basically on life support, Captain. De only qvestion is, can de doc disconnect him vidout killing him?"
Corbett quickly ran his hand scanner over Ian’s body. The amount of omicron radiation in the commanders body should have been lethal. Even Ian’s enhancements couldn’t have kept him alive with levels this high Corbett thought, then it struck him. “Timo, the Gadalinium is somehow acting as shielding against the radiation in his body. I think the other chemicals are being used to feed the implants. We need to boost all their concentrations to near lethal limits just so I can get him unhooked and onto a shuttle. From there I can try and bring down his levels slowly and employ countermeasures.”
The engineer was already on the same page with the doctor and he jumped right to work. "Yaw."
Rog had a concerned look on his face. He said, "Well Bones, can you do it?"
“I don’t know Cap.” Corbett said as Timo gave him the nod that it was okay to start removing the tubes from Ian. “I’m flying blind at this point. Any one of the chemicals they got pumping into his body is lethal and by rights should have burned his internal organs out long ago. I’m in a catch 22 here. The combination of the chemicals is feeding those nanorobots, which are somehow negating their deleterious effects and the galadnium is shielding him from the lethality of the omicron radiation. However, it’s the omicron radiation that’s keeping those things from overrunning Ian’s central nervous system. The best I can do is keep him stable until we get him to Star Fleet Medical and remove those things.
Rog was a bit frustrated and replied, "Couldn't you have removed those things earler?"
“I couldn’t have removed them before Cap. I didn’t know how many he had and where all of them were in his body, but the chemicals that are pumping through him now, have tagged them. If I can get him into an operating room before the tags fade then I can get at all of them.”
The sound of boots pounding on cold metal tile warned them of the next wave of security approaching just as they got Ian disconnected from the machines. Timo glanced up from his work to see a surprising face leading the charge. "Katrina!"
Meridian's former CEO was bringing in the reserves herself.
Corbett hoisted Ian in a fireman’s carry and turned with his load just as he heard Timo yell.
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Joint
Log by:
Cpt Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
LtCmdr
Timo Vanhanen
CEO
FCL-06 Meridian
Lt(jg) Stile Corbett, MD
CMO
FCL-06 Meridian
_______________________________________________
Meridian mailing list
Katrina
and four of her agents arrived to find the Meridian crew members unhooking Ian
from the machines. "Well, this is slightly awkward," she muttered
under her breath, trying to hide the fact that her nerves were screaming at her
to fire at her fellow crewmates...
Timo looked up and shouted, "Katrina!" The agents raised their pulse
rifles to fire as soon as they stepped through the entrance to the operating
room. Just a wall of blast-resistant glass separated them from the three
intruders. Everything happened within a few seconds.
Corbett hoisted Ian
in a fireman’s carry and turned with his load just as he heard Timo yell.
Rog
yelled, "Katrina, have your people hold their fire. Everyone, keep
calm."
In response,
Katrina fired at the blast-resistant glass, to the left and above Roger.
"It's a little hard to fire anyway, Commander," she sneered.
"A problem which shall be remedied in a moment," Wilkins said at the
controls.
Katrina's heart started to beat a little faster. Blast Reincheck and his greed!
Section 31 could do a lot of things, but murdering most of the command staff of
the Meridian was not one of them. Her personal feelings started to cloud over.
They had gone too far...she had gone too far...
The glass wall finally raised. Her fellow agents raised their weapons.
"Wait
a minute," Katrina said, almost too inaudible to hear.
Agent
Wilkins wasn't buying any of it. His trigger finger edged up a millimeter on
his pulse rifle. "Belay that order, men!" He then turned his rifle on
Katrina. "I knew you couldn't be trusted..."
Rog
quietly said, "Damn." He opened fire at the agent nearest Katrina.
Timo
ducked down as the phase rifle fire bounced all around the room. He had half
seen this situation coming, though, and had a plan in mind to help out. A plan
that kept him from having to shoot anyone. Glancing up overhead, he had noted a
series of pipes running in the exposed ceiling. Whipping his own rifle upward,
he took aim and blasted one. Sparks rained down on the Sec-31 agents as the
pipe disintegrated and rained a shower of released steam down on them. They all
screamed and ducked for cover.
Coldly,
Katrina fired once at Wilkin's motionless form. "Whoops."
Rog fired
on the one or two agents that he could see. Both of them fell to the ground,
and only Katrina was left standing.
"I
warned you not to come," Katrina said quietly. "Your actions today
might force Section 31 to come after you, Commander. I can't protect you
from that."
Rog
replied, "Katrina, it's Captain Finney now. If you or Section 31 come
after me or the Meridian so be it. We had to come after Ian. Some of us still
know the meaning of honor and loyalty."
Katrina
stepped forwards. "Ian's blood has the potential to wipe out the entire
human race. He's literally a walking time bomb. I'd rather be your traitor than
the one who committed genocide." Disgust briefly flashed on her face as
she glanced at Walkins. Despite what she had just said, Reincheck had gone too
far, and she was responsible for the clean-up. Still, she preferred section
31's solution to the Meridian's. They had saved Earth a dozen times over.
"Congratulations on your promotion. I'm sure it was well-earned."
Look Miss
I don’t know your history with my friends here.” Corbett yelled to Katrina as
he adjusted Ian’s weight on his shoulders. “But if you care at all about them then
let us go and let me try to save Ian. I don’t know what that lunatic Conrad has
been telling you folks, but I can get all of those things out of his body and
destroy them once and for all. However, I only have a short window to do that,
so search your heard and make the right decision.”
A beeping made
Katrina lift her scanner. "More of my associates are coming. I suggest you
leave, before it's too late."
Rog
opened his communicator and said, "Sheppard, Finney here. We're ready
to leave. Bring the pod in close. We'll be opening a hole in the wall to escape
through."
There was a rumble in the corridor just outside as Carson arrived
with the shuttle. Rog's communicator beeped. =/\= Sheppard here. It would be a
good idea if you all climb aboard quickly. =/\=
The trio of Starfleet officers didn't waste time and headed for the shuttle, Corbett in the lead with Ian draped across his shoulders, Rog close behind. Only Timo lagged slightly, just long enough to take one last look at his former CEO, before charging off into the cloud of dust and debris created by Carson's entrance.
----
Joint Log by:
Cpt Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
LtCmdr Timo Vanhanen
CEO
FCL-06 Meridian
Lt(jg) Stile Corbett, MD
CMO
FCL-06 Meridian
and one more special appearance by:
Cmdr Katrina Davidson
Section-31
_______________________________________________
Meridian mailing list
Andress noticed the rattle of trays and eating utensils from the table behind him. A petty officer was making his way through the mess hall, cleaning tables and picking up trays that had been left behind, nervously tossing each empty tray into a bucket with loud clanks and crashes. The galley mate stepped up to the table beside Andress, where some engineers had just been eating.
As he turned to clean the nearby table, his bucket swung around and
knocked Andress' glass over, spilling his drink all over his lap.
Lukacic jumped up. "Oh, God... bah, don't worry it will come off easily, it was just some tea... Hm, with rum... "
"Oh! Oh my! Oh dear... I'm sorry, Ensign..." The petty officer stuttered and pulled out a rag, wiping at the puddle in his lap. It only made the mess worse.
Chef Otto looked over from the meal line as he heard all of the noise. "Staines! Are you making a mess again?"
The nervous crewman looked back at his boss, but didn't say anything. His face was just red with embarrassment.
"Do you think it will go off chef? I don't have another command uniform." Andress looked at the cook and the frightened crewman.
Otto smiled, glad that the officer wasn't too offended. "It will be fine, Ensign. The quartermaster can probably give you a
spare uniform if you need it." The chef then turned to the galley mate and frowned. "Get back in the kitchen, Staines. You won't be able to bother the rest of the crew back there. I should have known better than to let you out here."
"Y-yes...sir..." Staines gathered up the dropped trays and glasses before heading off quickly to the kitchen.
"I might just go there, this seems ready for deep cleaning. By the way, I'm Andress." He gave a shake to the cook. "Nice mess hall, and decent meal. Well, at least it looked like one. Say, anybody play chess around here?"
"Sure," Otto replied, noticing the Armory Officer's firm hand shake. "The tables get cleared away after meal time and then you can find all sorts of games. Check back in an hour once you've got some clean clothes," he said with a grin.
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Ens Adress
Lukacic
AO
FCL-06 Meridian
and
Galley Mate Staines and Chef Otto
as played by
LtCmdr Timo Vanhanen
CEO
FCL-06 Meridian
_______________________________________________
Meridian mailing list
As they moved down the hall, the trio had to move cautiously. There were teams of security and doctors moving about. Rog peeked around a corridor to see a trio made of two security and one doctor approaching. Rog whispered, "Timo, let's knock these guys out and take their uniforms." When, the trio of Section 31 came around the corridor, Finney and Vanhanen knocked out the security team and the doctor.
Pulling them into a closet, Finney had his people trade uniforms. It was simply too difficult to continue on as they were dressed. After this encounter, Finney, Vanhanen and Corbett moved to what appeared to be an operating room. Finney looked at Vanhanen and said, "Is this it?" Vanhanen nodded. Kicking the door open he rushed in and covered the first doctor he saw.
Rog said, "Bones, who is this clown?" He pointed his phase pistol at the female doctor. Looking about, he saw Ian on an exam table with a number of tubes coming out of him. His friend looked really bad off. Rog could only hope that Bones could help Ian out.
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
_______________________________________________
Meridian mailing list
Rog, Corbett, and Timo slinked as carefully as they cold through the sparse cover available outside the clinic. The place was well designed, as would be expected with an operation as advanced as Section 31 operating inside. There were still some unavoidable weaknesses in even their perimeter, though. There were a series of bins near the service entrance where they planned to enter the complex.
The three hunkered down behind a large trash receptacle and waited for their queue. Timo looked calm on the outside, but his heart was still racing in his chest. He had survived two space battles with Romulans and Klingons, crash landed Meridian on an alien planet, been threatened with death by a fake self-destruct
protocol on a Romulan ship in the middle of a dense nebula. Now he was about to get killed by his own species just an hour's shuttle ride from his home planet.
Life didn't seem fair. He had signed up for adventure and all that when he joined Starfleet, but this was getting rediculous.
Rog's well trained Comms ears picked up on a subtle noise. "Quiet. I hear something." The thunk of boots on metal told the three officers that someone was approaching on the loading dock.
Then there was a deep rumble as a laser blast struck at the front of the clinic. The higher pitched sounds of followup phase pistols soon followed. Koss's men and Sheppard were attacking right on schedule.
"What the hell?" one of the guards on the dock shouted in surprise.
"Someone's attacking the front," another voice said. "Come on,
let's go. We're being called up for support." The clunk of their boots let the hiding Starfleeters know that the coast was now clear.
-- Inside --
They slipped as quietly as they could through the bright white corridors of the clinic. The place was well lit, being a hospital, giving it an almost heavenly appeal. What better to mask the dark horrors they expected to find deep within the secret sections of the base. The attack outside was throwing everyone for a loop inside. Teams of security occasionally made their way down a corridor, or teams of medical personnel shuffling patients from one section to another, all making Rog, Bones, and Timo to duck into the nearest storage closet or hop around a corner to remain hidden.
"An clues on which way to go now, Timo?" Rog asked.
Timo was constantly checking his homing device. "Yaw. Looks like
ve're getting closer. Down de hall more."
Rog nodded. "Right. Let's move."
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OOC - Koss, Reece, and Palermo (Chris (and Matija too?)) are laying down a ground assault out front. Carson is providing arial cover fire from the shuttle.
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“Not to be the harbinger of doom sar, but that Section 31 blaggardt did say he wanted us to walk into his trap with our eyes wide open,” Corbett replied.
Rog answered, "Then, that's what we'll do. Koss, have your men ready to hit the Nausis as soon as they land. We'll have to use that moment to rush in and get Ian out of there. No telling what condition he may be in, so we'll have to hurry."
"We'll keep you covered Sir." Koss nodded. "Just get in there and get our boss out." he added as he scanned the scenery for out of place action.
"Do we have an escape plan?" Carson asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
Rog replied, "Is that Section 31 pod you found far from here Sheppard? If it isn't too far, we could use it."
<end snip>
The Captain’s words sparked a thought within Corbett. “Mr. Sheppard if I remember correctly you said that the Section 31 shuttle pod you acquired has some type of stealth technology built in.”
Timo's engineering ears perked up from the back of the group at the word stealth, but he continued to stand quietly listening to the discussion.
<TAG Carson>
Rog looked at Bones and said, "What are you thinking Bones?"
“What I’m thinking Cap is that we alter our plan slightly. We have about 7 minutes before we rendezvous with Fat Mickey’s men. There is a small supply depot about 10 meters to the left of the landing pad, that should be the point from which you, Thor, and I make our way to Fat Mickey’s ship in the moon buggy, to collect our weapons. Mr. Sheppard will be in the maintenance bay directly in front of the landing pad in the Section 31 shuttle. There is also a fire shed to the right side of the pad. Mr. Koss and his men can set up a cross fire pattern between that fire shed and the supply depot taking out any Nausicaans on the ground. Mr. Sheppard from the maintenance bay will have a clear shot at that shuttle.” Corbett paused for a moment then addressed Carson. “Can you take out the Nausicaans aboard Fat Mickey’s shuttle without disabling it?”
<TAG Carson>
Rog said, "That sounds like a good plan. Can you do it Sheppard?"
“They want us to walk into their trap then as you said Cap, let’s do just that.” Corbett replied. “If we take Fat Mickey’s shuttle and make them think they succeeded then we will have our element of surprise, albeit for only a short time.”
“I was with you on taking out the Nausis doc, but you lost me on that last part.” Koss said.
“Fat Mickey and Section 31 have no idea that we are on to their trap sar.” Corbett said turning toward Koss. “So what I’m saying Mr. Koss is that one of your men and I land that shuttle at the Arik clinic’s front door. Let our foes think they have succeeded. If they are lulled even for a moment into complacency then the rest of our team aboard that stealthed out Section 31 shuttle can fetch Commander Fraiser from right under their noses.”
Rog smiled, "I like you're thinking Bones. However, you seem to have forgotten someone, Ian. We don’t know what condition he’ll be in and may need you."
“You are quite right sar, I have forgotten myself in the heat of planning. If Ian is in critical condition then I need to be with you and Thor when we find him.” Corbett said nodding in agreement at the Captain statement. “Timo with the short time we will have would it be possible to hack into the communications console on Fat Mickey’s shuttle and set up a relay to the Section 31 shuttle?”
"Hmm. I don't know for sure, but I don't see vhy not. I'd need access to a pretty decent computer for running de decryption algorithms, vhich Sheppard's shuttle should have on board."
“Fat Mickey knows my voice, so my thought is to have one of his Nausicaan body guards confirm that we were indeed captured.” Corbett said. “In the background he will hear me curse him, corroborating that it is indeed true.”
“And what if the Nausi you pick won’t cooperate?” Koss asked.
“As long as you don’t damage him too badly in the fire fight sar, I have a little something right here that will guarantee his complacency.” Corbett said patting his medical kit.
"Just give me a minute to look at de computer," Timo said. "I'll get dat hacking process started."
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Capt. Roger Finney
FCL-06 Meridian
Lt.Cmdr. Timo Vanhanen
CEO
FCL-06 Meridian
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While the rest of the team deliberated and refined the plan outside, Timo climbed inside the shuttle and went to work. His fingers danced along the buttons of the computer console as he went to work on writing a script that would first locate the transponder signal on Fat Mickey's shuttle, then hail it on a comm channel that would be rather heavily used by civilian traffic in the area. He figured it was his best option, as the pilot would be most likely to ignore it. That particular light would be blinking for every vessel that passed within a 10 kilometer radius of their position.
A yellow light on the comms panel indicated a successful lock on the signal.
Timo cracked
his knuckles and would have smiled if he had been a normal man his age. He was in the zone, though. In the back of his mind he started to remember trying to hack into the derelict Romulan Warbird's main computer, with pirate sniper fire going off around them, Ensign Njrlandr lying on the floor with a weapon blast burned into his chest, and a self-destruct countdown threatening to blow them all to smithereens. He failed to crack the code. Lucky that it was a fake countdown, but that didn't pardon him from a certain sense of failure.
This job he was going to do right.
The next step involved using that potential vulnerability as a handle to hack into higher computer functions. Timo was assuming that would involve at least three levels of security breach to get enough control of the ship to get their job done. This was not his area of expertise, but he was banking on enough basic logic from
his circuitry experience to figure it out.
This was where it got tricky, though. If he hacked at the wrong security hole, it would trigger an alarm that the crew would be sure to notice. "Varovasti. Varovasti nyt..." he muttered. Careful. Careful now.
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Several minute later, he emerged calmly from the shuttle pod and rejoined the team. "Hack's done. I put a trojan in deir ship's computer dat vill let you dial in for control." He made it sound just that simple.
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Well this was a good week, though light on logging. Our newest crewmember was introduced to his Department Head and our rescue team heads off to do some rescuing. All in all a good week.
The week began in Picard's Park, shortly before Corbett's return. Vanhanen started to cannibalize the moon buggy. He felt it fortunate that he'd brought some universal tools. Palermo stood watch over him, but the MAA was a bit nervous. Vanhanen asked if Palermo had seen anything and the MAA replied that he hadn't seen a thing. Vanhanen complained about the poor lighting much to Palermo's amazement. Palermo states that he won't hold a flashlight for Vanhanen. The MAA asked Vanhanen if he really could track Fraiser with the thing he was building and Vanhanen responded 'why not?' Palermo then pointed out about the Section 31 guards. Vanhanen's nonchalance type response amazed Palermo. After a bit, they had what they needed and headed back inside. As he worked on the tracking device, Vanhanen was surprised to find how much he cared for his family back home and how this feeling was brought about through his experiences with his second family, those brave souls aboard the Meridian. After a time working on the device, Vanhanen held it up to Finney and announced that it was ready. He also stated they should be able to detect Fraiser when they were less than one kilometer away.
Meanwhile, back aboard the Meridian, a new face showed up, Ens. Lukacic. As he tried to get basic directions, he felt that the fast pace of the crew was similar to an ant hill. Lukacic eventually wound up on the Bridge, where he stood in a state of respectful awe of what he saw before him. He took a walk around the Bridge and looked out the forward viewscreen. There he saw the dockrats as they repaired the Meridian and made her ready for her new role. Suddenly a siren broke Lukacic from his reverie and Kretchnikov stepped onto the Bridge with phase pistol drawn. She inquired first the reason for his lack of footwear and then for his orders. Lukacic told her who he was and that he took his shoes off out of respect, basing this on the biography of Yuri Gagarin that he'd been reading on his way out to Space Dock. Kretchnikov excuses him this once, then orders him to stow his gear and report in to the Armory. As he boarded the lift, Lukacic inquired as to the reason for the siren, suggesting that it was a drill. Kretchnikov informs him of the intruder. She then heads to her station to check on the recent upgrades. Lukacic went to his quarters and quickly stowed his gear. Then, he went to check out the rest of the ship.
After being informed by Vanhanen that the tracking device was ready, Finney congratulates him and then asks Corbett what news the doctor may have regarding Fraiser's location. Corbett first retrieves his cowboy hat from Reece, who'd worn it as a way to protect it. Corbett laments the fact that his hat touched Yankee skin and Reece states that he's from Canada. This fact makes it worse as far as Corbett is concerned. Reece is a 'foreign Yankee'. Corbett then informs Finney of Fraiser's' location, but also states the problems with getting him out. Finney agreed about the Section 31 connection and asks for suggestions on storming the place without getting everyone killed. Vanhanen inquired as to what if his tracking device was able to pinpoint the location of Fraiser. Corbett felt that the device might be able to help them narrow the area in which they wanted to enter the facility. Though he also felt we'd lack the element of surprise. Finney agreed, but felt they had to try. Finney then asked Corbett what he was not telling them. Corbett then relayed his tale of meeting with crime boss Fat Mickey, that individuals collusion with Section 31 and the trap that was being set for them. Finney stated they'd just have to rely on the tracking device. Vanhanen stated that they were risking their lives on a piece of untested equipment. After getting some stares, he said that he was certain that the device would work.
The SIM week runs from 00:01 am EST on Sunday (05.01 am GMT) until Midnight EST Saturday/05:00 am GMT. If your log has not been counted in this weeks log count, it may have arrived after the 'deadline', but rest assured - it will be in next weeks report .
Crewmember
Position
09/19/09
09/26/09
10/03/09
10/10/09
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
1
1
2
1
Lt.Cmdr. Timo Vanhanen
A/XO/CEO
1
1
2
2
Lt.Cmdr. Illanya Kretchnikov
CAO
1
1
1
1
Lt. Carson Sheppard
CHO
1
1
0
0
Lt.(jg) Stile Corbett
CMO
1
1
1
1
Ens. Andress Lukacic
AO
-
-
-
1
Total Crew Logs
5
5
6
6
NPCs:
Various Armory Personnel
(Chris)
1
1
1
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-
-
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Total NPC Logs
1
1
1
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Academy Students:
Andress Lukacic
-
-
-
-
Total Academy Logs
-
-
1
-
Guests:
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-
-
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Total Guest Logs
-
-
-
-
TOTAL LOG COUNT
6
6
8
6
Legend: E = Excused L = LOA 0 = Unexcused R = Resigned/Removed U = Under Review
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Rog sat in the new moon buggy that Koss had somehow acquired. He'd asked Koss about it, but the chief said it was best they didn't know. As Sheppard drove them towards the clinic where they suspected Ian was, Rog turned to Bones and said, "Bones, you suspect that Fat Mickey is setting us up for a trap. Where would that trap be sprung most likely?"
“Fat Mickey doesn’t have the imagination to deviate from his plan Cap.” Corbett said holding his hat to his head. “He will ambush us as soon as we verify the weapons he provided are the genuine article. If we strike as soon as his Nausicaans land we may have a small window to get to the clinic and rescue Ian before his Section 31 handlers know we were wise to their plan.”
Rog said, "I see. Sheppard, Koss, be on the lookout for anything suspicious." Looking at Timo he said, "Timo, how close to Ian do we have to get in order to detect him?"
Timo's eyes were glued to his rigged up tracking device. A soft, red light was blinking on the screen and several wave-like patterns were being displayed below it. Based on their phase and amplitude, he could gauge direction and distance to the signal. He twisted a few knobs as Rog asked, then replied, "I tink I got him. Somevhere in de middle of de complex." Little surprise there. "Looks like dey vanted to make it easy on us," he quipped sarcastically.
“Not to be the harbinger of doom sar, but that Section 31 blaggardt did say he wanted us to walk into his trap with our eyes wide open,” Corbett replied.
Rog replied, "Then, that's what we'll do. Koss, have your men ready to hit the Nausis as soon as they land. We'll have to use that moment to rush in and get Ian out of there. No telling what condition he may be in, so we'll have to hurry."
"We'll keep you covered Sir.", Koss nodded. "Just get in there and get our boss out.", he added as he scanned the scenery for out of place action.
"Do we have an escape plan?" Carson asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
Rog replied, "Is that Section 31 pod you found far from here Sheppard? If it isn't too far, we could use it."
Joint Duty Log by
Capt. Roger Finney
CO
FCL-06 Meridian
&
Lt.Cmdr. Timo Vanhanen
A/XO/CEO
FCL-06 Meridian
&
Lt. Carson Sheppard
CHO
FCL-06 Meridian
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Lt.(jg) Stile Corbett
CMO
FCL-06 Meridian
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Various Armory NPC's
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Lt.Cmdr. Illanya Kretchnikov
CAO
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