Datan
Science
[TI33]
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Rank: Ensign
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Post by Datan on Jun 2, 2020 19:05:22 GMT
The Vulcan nodded silently as the Doctor answered his query about her service on the Mac, according to Thea, she too was relatively new to the vessel. Datan made no further reference to the query and entered the mess hall with the Doctor and proceeded to the selection area. Again the Doctor was politely allowed to go first. The Vulcan's selection was one of simplicity, a cup of red-leaf tea and a bowl of oatmeal, something that a friend had suggested he try while at the Academy and it was most agreeable. The Vulcan moved towards a vacant table and seated himself in a commonplace rigid posture, his arms surrounded his selection as though he might be guarding his prize, though that was not the case. "Have you been a member of Starfleet for long Doctor?" The practice of medicine was a worthwhile profession, one that he had briefly thought of when he was younger. He found himself curious as to the Doctors reasons for choosing medicine as her vocation.
==Tag Thea==
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Jun 2, 2020 20:41:36 GMT
The Vulcan nodded silently as the Doctor answered his query about her service on the Mac, according to Thea, she too was relatively new to the vessel. Datan made no further reference to the query and entered the mess hall with the Doctor and proceeded to the selection area. Again the Doctor was politely allowed to go first. The Vulcan's selection was one of simplicity, a cup of red-leaf tea and a bowl of oatmeal, something that a friend had suggested he try while at the Academy and it was most agreeable. The Vulcan moved towards a vacant table and seated himself in a commonplace rigid posture, his arms surrounded his selection as though he might be guarding his prize, though that was not the case. "Have you been a member of Starfleet for long Doctor?" The practice of medicine was a worthwhile profession, one that he had briefly thought of when he was younger. He found himself curious as to the Doctors reasons for choosing medicine as her vocation.
==Tag Thea== [Deck 2 - Mess Hall] Once Datan had joined her, it was straight to the kitchen area, where Thea had quickly made her selection on what she wanted to eat. Although did feel a small pang of guilt when she noticed the tea and oatmeal that the Ensign had picked. Then again it wasn't difficult to resist the bacon, sausage, egg and muffin, even if she had gone with a fruit smoothie, rather than her usual Yorkshire blend of tea. Tray in hand, the CMO followed the Ensign over to an available table and placed the tray onto it, before taking a seat. As she sat down, Thea caught sight of Ensign Azaria, one of the officers from her own department, waving in greeting to acknowledge Elijah as Datan then asked how long she had been in Starfleet. " I've been a member of the fleet for eleven years now, I was accepted into the Academy when I was 18" she replied softly as she picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite. Trying not to think too much about how old she sounded after answering that particular question as she had never really thought about her years of service and how she had spent nearly half of her life serving the fleet. Then if you added her rapidly approaching 30th birthday ..... no she wasn't going to go down the road of self pity, not when she was enjoying her breakfast and talking to someone new. So that's what she did and gave her full focus to the man sat opposite her.
tag Datan, soft tag Elijah Azaria
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Alex Graham
Flight Control
Posts: 37 Likes: 0
Rank: Crewman
Position: Flight control officer
Species: Human
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Post by Alex Graham on Jun 3, 2020 0:56:41 GMT
[ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Bridge watches were, so far as duty was concerned, Joshua's happy place. As an Ensign well on his way to complete the requisite training to take the Bridge Officer's Test, every minute he could spend up there working to absorb the minutia of starship management from that particular position was good. And, it also meant he was free from paperwork, make-work tasks, and dealing with a task that, while he'd proven to be at least reasonably competent at had been completely out of his realm of expertise. Well, at least he wasn't responsible for starting a diplomatic incident. Yet. The mission at had seemed, however, a little beneath the station of a ship like the Mac. Granted, the passengers they'd just taken on board were known to be right monsters, and extremely dangerous. Therefore, it made sense to some degree to make sure they'd be surrounded by the best-trained security force available (of which Niles knew he was not despite the gold shirt he wore and the certificate saying he had successfully completed the Security and Tactical Officer's training program, his true expertise laying elsewhere than in the world of physical security), and keep them in the most secure transport they could find. Which meant, the USS Mac, the very sharp end of Starfleet's very long spear, one of the most advanced starships in space, became a prison barge. But, that was not for him to worry about. He was kept, wisely, away from most physical Security tasks and was fully on the watch and station bills as a Tactical Officer. And for now, it meant monitoring his sensors and making sure weapons didn't arm themselves on their own. And so far, there was nothing out of the ordinary to deal with. Other than for this run, the Old Lady wasn't really the Old Lady. Well, Commander Eastman certainly fit the moniker better than Captain Ellis, but she wasn't the Old Lady. But, she was in charge here, it was all that mattered. And thinking of the devil, there she came. Blonde and calm, and kindly and smiling, much like the grandmother his childhood friends had and he did not due to his own actually being shrewish, neo-aristocratic status-obsessed types... and she carried... pastries? And she was offering them?! For a moment, Young Ensign Niles' brain locked, trying to process the information. That was entirely outside any frame of reference he was used to. Hell, he considered it a luxury to be told he was allowed to have his coffee at his station, but sweets? That was entirely new! But, he had to work his way out of that state of confusion, and instead, he fell back on what he knew best: being a very, very young officer who would rely on protocol; already he knew not to announce her presence, but, giving a report was never really wrong... "Good morning Ma'am. Sensors read no other ship than regular traffic, weapons are safe and cold, situation is nominal." Judith Eastman Ozu Saya Thea Baker Isaiah Quinn Kaya Som Alex Graham K'Dex Fells Halgerdur [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] It was the first time in several months Saya had left her family for any real length of time. Her long hours of working didn't count, and she'd been cutting down on those in the last few weeks. She was missing Kyo and Evekh desperately, though. They'd spoken through subspace every night, but Evekh didn't really understand why his mama wasn't there. Saya had arrived on the bridge a little early to relieve the engineer from the previous shift, who had happily relinquished the post. Saya had begun some basic diagnostics that she'd been wanting to run since coming aboard. She spun her chair as a familiar smell wafted across the bridge and their acting captain called a greeting. Saya strode over to snag a pastry, setting an example for the other members of the bridge crew. She stood beside Judy as she took her first bite, closing her eyes in pleasure at the taste. Don't tell Captain Ellis that I think you're the best captain, she murmured teasingly. After a couple of quick bites, the delicious pastry was gone. Saya brushed her fingers on her cargo pants, tugging her tunic straight before clasping her hands at the small of her back. I'm running a couple of diagnostics. Nothing that should interfere with the ship's normal functions.Joshua Niles [Bridge-USS MAC] Alex got into his uniform and prepared for a new mission. As he made his way towards the bridge he smelt something interesting. He was prepared to do some inspections before he had to take the helm. He snuck a quick glance at the pastries so that he could go back to what he needed to do. He had to make sure that everything was working before they left. He looked up and gave the commander a smile and said “good morning.” There didn’t seem to be anything suspicious but that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t encounter anyone or anything suspicious yet. He thought that this mission might be interesting. He stayed focus so that he could finish what he needed to do. He had to make sure that at least the flight systems were working and running smoothly. Eventually he was going to study the star maps so that he could get a good idea of where they would have to go. It was a good idea for him to be prepared for everything that could possibly happen while out there. [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD - Bridge, USS Mac]Judy stopped for a bit, as Ensign Niles at tactical reported, Crewman Graham greeted her, and Saya made her presence known. "I'd rather have the weapons cold and the rugelach hot than the other way around," she answered to Ensign Niles. Then, she turned to Saya, with a little chuckle. They both knew that Judy didn't have much interest in the Captaincy, not with her full family life or her health. "You go ahead and run the diagnostics. Show me the raw results, too; test my skills," she ordered, with a gentle tone and a smile on her face. She did so like to give her engineering talents a test. She then advanced, set the cookies on the empty XO chair, and sat down in the Captain's chair. She crossed her legs at the knee, right over left, and gently adjusted her knee-length uniform skirt. "You folks relax, help yourselves," she then urged the crew, especially the Junior officers. "Last time I checked, the Starfleet manual doesn't say we have to be miserable, despite what the... terrible chairs would imply."Uncomfortable bridge chairs were a longstanding pet peeve of Judy's. Those who'd worked with her often knew how much she loathed these chairs, and the fact that the Captain's chair had hip, back, and neck cushions on it spoke to that extent too.
Tag Joshua Niles , Ozu Saya , and Alex Graham [bridge-USS MAC] Alexander didn’t take one because he had something to do. He preferred to get that done in a quick and timely matter he certainly didn’t mean to be rude whatsoever. If he was rude then he would certainly apologize. He didn’t know any of the officers but he was happy for the ones that got promoted. He wasn’t planning on being miserable all of time just maybe at certain times. He had a check list of what he was looking for and everything that to be done. He was glad that he was getting everything done on his list. It would be nice to get to know the crew members that he didn’t know before. Maybe he could notice some things about them on the mission. He was sure that if he payed enough attention then he could pick up on some things so that he could get to know the others. Tag Judith Eastman Joshua Niles Ozu Saya Isaiah Quinn
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Jun 3, 2020 1:54:12 GMT
[Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Turbolift -> Bridge, USS Mac] As the doors to the turbolift parted, Isaiah stepped inside. His head rose briefly from the PADD in his hand only to find the lift itself was empty. Stepping inside, he called out his destination for the computer. "Bridge," he said softly. He could feel the turbolift ascending, but his concentration was on the readouts from astrometrics, or rather the lack of what they contained. There was still no sign of the Orunmila. He had hoped that something would turn up, but given that they were moving at Warp 9 towards Arkaria to deliver three prisoners, in his opinion the results wouldn't be as detailed as if they were participating in an organized grid search. Was that even the practical approach to take at this point, given what little they knew about the ship's disappearance? As the turbolift came to a stop and the doors parted, Isaiah stepped onto the bridge. He instantly caught a whiff of the pastries that Commander Eastman had with her. It seemed like a number of the crew on duty were a bit timid about actually trying her rugelach. Not out of fear of how it would taste, but clearly still wrestling with the interpreted conflict of protocol. It had even taken him some time to learn to relax a bit more around the Commander. Of course, he still wasn't going to call her Judy. As he strolled by, he picked up one of the pastries. It was still warm to the touch. "Thank you, Commander," he said as he then moved towards the science station. Though, after one bite, he came to a stop. He continued to chew as he turned back towards the commander and her tray. "May I?" he asked, hoping he could procure a second one. With his taste buds properly stated and his mouth no longer filled with the pastry, he strode over towards the science station. "At present, Astrometrics reports nothing on long range scans that points to the Orunmila," Isaiah reported. "I've got a few modifications in mind that may improve the sensitivity of our sensors slightly. I'll be sure to keep you apprised of the process."
Tag: Judith Eastman , Joshua Niles , Ozu Saya , Alex Graham [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Seeing Master Chief Ozu taking one of the pastries wasn't that big a shock for Joshua. After all, one didn't make Master Chief without some serious time in, and senior enlisted were, in some ways, closer to the senior officers than junior commissioned members were; that, and she was the current Chief Engineer, a department head in her own right even without a commission. And, she was even joking with the XO? Well that certainly was... a change of pace. Perhaps the Mac was one of Starfleet's newest, largest vessels, but it would seem that it was a somewhat more relaxed bridge environment than he had expected. And while the Crewman heading for the Helm did not take one, Lieutenant Quinn, on the other hand, certainly did. And Commander Eastman's own words, how she seemed to value those rugelach highly enough to be less than formal with accepting the report from the Tactical station, well, what was a very, very young ensign to so save conform to the relaxed bridge protocols he was observing? When in Rome, they say...However, he did not just leave his station, but he dutifully locked it first before making for the platter, and grabbing one of those sweets. "Thank you, Ma'am", replied he politely before returning to his board, eating the actually delicious pastry as he made his way back, and while he logged back in with one hand, he washed down the sweetness with some of the ship's most excellent coffee. Mister Quinn, Lieutenant Quinn now, spoke of tracking down the Orunmila on sensors and yet having to find a sign. But, given that those were strictly limited, then perhaps there could be a way to extend their reach, but without too much modification. Which led the young Ensign to an idea. "Commander, if our sensors won't reach that far, maybe we could also see what others have seen? Perhaps send out an all-ships subspace broadcast, and ask if anyone has seen her, or a debris field, or something out of the ordinary? I get their sensors aren't as refined as ours, but at least, it might feed us some leads?"
Tags: Judith Eastman , Isaiah Quinn , Ozu Saya , Alex Graham [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya returned to the engineering station with a smile, glancing at the junior officers present. She wasn't familiar with most of them, except for the newly-promoted Lieutenant Quinn. In fact... Congratulations on your promotion, Lieutenant. I'm sure it was well-deserved. She sat at her station, then leaned forward abruptly as a yellow flash caught her eye on one of the diagnostics. It wasn't anything major, but since there wasn't much else going on, the issue was worth checking out. =/\= Chief Ozu to Crewman Som, there appears to be a minor power fluctuation somewhere in the secondary power systems for the photon torpedoes. See if you can track the problem from engineering. =/\= Saya turned to address the young officer at the tactical station. Ensign, my diagnostic detected a small power fluctuation in the weapons systems. Please check if you can detect it from your board. =/\= [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Bridge, USS <ac]It brought Judy visible pleasure to see the crew enjoying her cooking. She was smiling, a natural expression for her features, particularly as she looked up at Quinn. "Take as many as you want," she told him. "In fact, if you'd like, I'll bake you a whole batch as a promotion gift."She then turned her head over to Ensign Niles. "It's something to consider," she told him. "My main concern would be to make sure the ships we're reaching are well-meaning ones that'll help us find the Orunmila, rather than dirtbags who'll want to do her ill."Judy was inherently cautious, and didn't want to make a move that could backfire. Her attention briefly turned to the power fluctuations. She just nodded approvingly, and let the qualified crewmembers do the work. This freed her to put her attention elsewhere. "Lieutenant Quinn," she addressed the newly-promoted young man. "Why don't we step on Ensign Niles' toes a little, and use the sensors to work out which ships could be useful - or harmful - in the search? Starfleet ships, good Federation transports, allies, enemies, suspected smugglers and mercenaries, what-have-you."The comment about stepping on toes was accompanied with a little look and an airiness, almost chuckle, to the voice, a show of good humor. Judy didn't mistrust Ensign Niles - she just didn't want to split his time and attention too many ways. Having finished speaking, she grabbed one of her own rugelach and began to eat it in small, measured bites.
Tag Isaiah Quinn , Joshua Niles , and Ozu Saya Soft tag Alex Graham
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Jun 3, 2020 2:21:45 GMT
[ Crwm Kaya Som | Engineering ][...]=/\= Chief Ozu to Crewman Som, there appears to be a minor power fluctuation somewhere in the secondary power systems for the photon torpedoes. See if you can track the problem from engineering. =/\=[...] Kaya Som turned in her chair to pull up the readings Chief Ozu might be referencing. She tapped through the reports. They were at high warp. At this speed hardly anything ever happened. There wasn't matter, there wasn't light, there wasn't anything but straight and narrow, sleek and direct speed. But you didn't want to risk anything when it came to the photon torpedoes. =/\= Aye, chief. I see it. Nothing to worry about. It's just trace Tallis 1 particles, elevated but within normal range. =/\= Kaya sat back again. Tallis particles were associated with instability in subspace, like with wormholes, but they only caused a problem in absolutely massive quantities. Surely, there was nothing at all to be worried about. Just a totally normal day at warp nine.
Tag Ozu Saya 1 Invented technobabble for this mission. Engineers will know of them.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Jun 3, 2020 2:47:45 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya returned to the engineering station with a smile, glancing at the junior officers present. She wasn't familiar with most of them, except for the newly-promoted Lieutenant Quinn. In fact... Congratulations on your promotion, Lieutenant. I'm sure it was well-deserved. She sat at her station, then leaned forward abruptly as a yellow flash caught her eye on one of the diagnostics. It wasn't anything major, but since there wasn't much else going on, the issue was worth checking out. =/\= Chief Ozu to Crewman Som, there appears to be a minor power fluctuation somewhere in the secondary power systems for the photon torpedoes. See if you can track the problem from engineering. =/\= Saya turned to address the young officer at the tactical station. Ensign, my diagnostic detected a small power fluctuation in the weapons systems. Please check if you can detect it from your board. =/\= [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Bridge, USS <ac]It brought Judy visible pleasure to see the crew enjoying her cooking. She was smiling, a natural expression for her features, particularly as she looked up at Quinn. "Take as many as you want," she told him. "In fact, if you'd like, I'll bake you a whole batch as a promotion gift."She then turned her head over to Ensign Niles. "It's something to consider," she told him. "My main concern would be to make sure the ships we're reaching are well-meaning ones that'll help us find the Orunmila, rather than dirtbags who'll want to do her ill."Judy was inherently cautious, and didn't want to make a move that could backfire. Her attention briefly turned to the power fluctuations. She just nodded approvingly, and let the qualified crewmembers do the work. This freed her to put her attention elsewhere. "Lieutenant Quinn," she addressed the newly-promoted young man. "Why don't we step on Ensign Niles' toes a little, and use the sensors to work out which ships could be useful - or harmful - in the search? Starfleet ships, good Federation transports, allies, enemies, suspected smugglers and mercenaries, what-have-you."The comment about stepping on toes was accompanied with a little look and an airiness, almost chuckle, to the voice, a show of good humor. Judy didn't mistrust Ensign Niles - she just didn't want to split his time and attention too many ways. Having finished speaking, she grabbed one of her own rugelach and began to eat it in small, measured bites. [ Ens Joshua Niles Bridge - USS Mac ]As he focused back on his board, the Master Chief spoke up regarding some sort of malfunction in the torpedo system. And while he technically outranked her, he knew much, much better than to gainsay the word of someone of that towering seniority and expertise. But he had never really believed until then that even such a polite request from a non-commissioned member could come as implacably as any order, even if it couldn't be one. Well, that was odd because he'd just come on watch and reported everything about them being fully operational. And he certainly damn well knew he hadn't misread his board. "Just a moment, Master Chief," replied he as he started going through the various displays and menus to seek to isolate the fault. As he worked, he heard now Commander Eastman was taking his idea with a grain of salt. Truth be told, he hadn't considered there might be bad actors who would be interested in going after a stricken ship. That in and of itself was a lesson that would be worth filing away for later. However, a moment later he realized she did not throw his idea away, and instead, while indeed stepping onto his toes, the Commander enlisted Lieutenant Quinn's aid to build a list of trustworthy ships who could be so enlisted. Well, that was a win, if his idea was going to be used at all. But then, he saw what was wrong. Secondary external power feed to the torpedo storage rack for the aft torpedo bay on Deck 13 was acting up. Now, he was certain that had been addressed, because just three watches away he'd made damn certain to order the supervisor to deal with it. And when he'd come on watch, he had seen it to be green. "You've got to be kidding," he murmured to himself as he worked. And immediately, it became apparent what had happened. Quickly, he dug a little deeper in the maintenance logs, and he saw that one particular relay had never been switched off, a mandatory step to replace the one component that was acting up and was due for replacement. A component that could be made to look like it had been reset easily enough, even though all that had been done was a swift kick... "Oh for f..."Biting off the rest of the curse, he brought a hand to the bridge of his nose and squeezed as he took a deep breath. Jarvis. Again. "Master Chief, I know what's wrong. Aft torpedo bay on Deck 13. The number two coupling for secondary power to the racks was due for replacement; I ordered that fixed three watches ago, and it wasn't. Looks like someone just decided to pull a fast one one me. Damnit, I should've checked myself!" There could be no mistaking the young man was angry at himself, and he knew all too well what that malfunction could mean: if external power to the torpedoes was lost, they would eventually lose containment on their antimatter bottles, with highly predictable results. And as the officer in charge, well, that would be on him... But, a deep breath later, he focused again; this could not be allowed to stand in any way. "Master Chief, I would need your advice on something. What do you do with a subordinate how can't be trusted?"
Tag: Ozu Saya Soft tag: Alex Graham , Isaiah Quinn , Judith Eastman
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Jun 3, 2020 4:41:09 GMT
[...] Mister Quinn, Lieutenant Quinn now, spoke of tracking down the Orunmila on sensors and yet having to find a sign. But, given that those were strictly limited, then perhaps there could be a way to extend their reach, but without too much modification. Which led the young Ensign to an idea. "Commander, if our sensors won't reach that far, maybe we could also see what others have seen? Perhaps send out an all-ships subspace broadcast, and ask if anyone has seen her, or a debris field, or something out of the ordinary? I get their sensors aren't as refined as ours, but at least, it might feed us some leads?"
[...] "Master Chief, I know what's wrong. Aft torpedo bay on Deck 13. The number two coupling for secondary power to the racks was due for replacement; I ordered that fixed three watches ago, and it wasn't. Looks like someone just decided to pull a fast one one me. Damnit, I should've checked myself!" There could be no mistaking the young man was angry at himself, and he knew all too well what that malfunction could mean: if external power to the torpedoes was lost, they would eventually lose containment on their antimatter bottles, with highly predictable results. And as the officer in charge, well, that would be on him... But, a deep breath later, he focused again; this could not be allowed to stand in any way. "Master Chief, I would need your advice on something. What do you do with a subordinate how can't be trusted?"Saya returned to the engineering station with a smile, glancing at the junior officers present. She wasn't familiar with most of them, except for the newly-promoted Lieutenant Quinn. In fact... Congratulations on your promotion, Lieutenant. I'm sure it was well-deserved. She sat at her station, then leaned forward abruptly as a yellow flash caught her eye on one of the diagnostics. It wasn't anything major, but since there wasn't much else going on, the issue was worth checking out. =/\= Chief Ozu to Crewman Som, there appears to be a minor power fluctuation somewhere in the secondary power systems for the photon torpedoes. See if you can track the problem from engineering. =/\= Saya turned to address the young officer at the tactical station. Ensign, my diagnostic detected a small power fluctuation in the weapons systems. Please check if you can detect it from your board. =/\= Alexander didn’t take one because he had something to do. He preferred to get that done in a quick and timely matter he certainly didn’t mean to be rude whatsoever. If he was rude then he would certainly apologize. He didn’t know any of the officers but he was happy for the ones that got promoted. He wasn’t planning on being miserable all of time just maybe at certain times. He had a check list of what he was looking for and everything that to be done. He was glad that he was getting everything done on his list. It would be nice to get to know the crew members that he didn’t know before. Maybe he could notice some things about them on the mission. He was sure that if he payed enough attention then he could pick up on some things so that he could get to know the others. It brought Judy visible pleasure to see the crew enjoying her cooking. She was smiling, a natural expression for her features, particularly as she looked up at Quinn. "Take as many as you want," she told him. "In fact, if you'd like, I'll bake you a whole batch as a promotion gift."She then turned her head over to Ensign Niles. "It's something to consider," she told him. "My main concern would be to make sure the ships we're reaching are well-meaning ones that'll help us find the Orunmila, rather than dirtbags who'll want to do her ill."Judy was inherently cautious, and didn't want to make a move that could backfire. Her attention briefly turned to the power fluctuations. She just nodded approvingly, and let the qualified crewmembers do the work. This freed her to put her attention elsewhere. "Lieutenant Quinn," she addressed the newly-promoted young man. "Why don't we step on Ensign Niles' toes a little, and use the sensors to work out which ships could be useful - or harmful - in the search? Starfleet ships, good Federation transports, allies, enemies, suspected smugglers and mercenaries, what-have-you."The comment about stepping on toes was accompanied with a little look and an airiness, almost chuckle, to the voice, a show of good humor. Judy didn't mistrust Ensign Niles - she just didn't want to split his time and attention too many ways. Having finished speaking, she grabbed one of her own rugelach and began to eat it in small, measured bites. [...] =/\= Aye, chief. I see it. Nothing to worry about. It's just trace Tallis 1 particles, elevated but within normal range. =/\= Kaya sat back again. Tallis particles were associated with instability in subspace, like with wormholes, but they only caused a problem in absolutely massive quantities. Surely, there was nothing at all to be worried about. Just a totally normal day at warp nine. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Isaiah smiled as Chief Ozu congratulated him on his recent promotion to Lieutenant junior grade. He had to admit, he was proud of the promotion himself. He may have even spent a few extra minutes polishing the new pip that last few times he put on his uniform. "Thank you, Chief. I'll continue to make certain that it is." Commander Eastman told him that he was welcome to take as many of the rugelach as he liked. He fought the temptation to take a third, otherwise he'd be hitting the gym after his shift rather than grabbing dinner. Briefly, he considered checking in with Thea at some point to see if she had plans once the shift ended. That naturally led him to think about the last time he'd seen her on the Bridge, lying there motionless. Luckily help had arrived when it had. The offer was also made to make him a personal batch of the rugelach as a congratulatory gift on his promotion. Isaiah chuckled slightly. "It's hard to say no to such an offer, ma'am," Isaiah said. He then moved towards the Science I station as he gave his report on the Orunmila. Ensign Niles offered another option to aid in the search of the Orunmila. The idea did have merit, but he could certainly understand Commander Eastman's concerns, especially if their inquiry could lead to the ship being in even more danger. Eastman then asked him to filter out the potential friendly ships in the areas that could assist with their sensor data and avoid those that likely wouldn't. "On it, ma'am," Isaiah said as he began to screen the ships in the area. As he worked, he could hear Chief Ozu note a power fluctuation in power systems for the weapons sytems. She had a member of her staff on it, but still asked Niles to confirm from his station. He seemed to have a theory that it was related to something he had reported earlier. It sounded as if a repair had slipped through the cracks at some point. While paying attention to his own scans, Isaiah screened through the vessels that were in the area. The Chalnoth, the Iyaarans, the Caldonians, the Nyberrite Alliance. They all had ships in the vicinity. There were even Ferengi vessels in the area along with some Federation freighters and transports that typically did business in this region that could be contacted. There was also the possibility that the Tholians, as their borders tended to be fluid. "I am sending you that list now, Mr. Niles," Isaiah said. He thought it best to leave out the Tholians for he the time being, and possibly the Chalnoth as well. The Ferengi would likely try to barter their sensor records. Everyone else seemed either indifferent or an ally. Just as he sent the list, however, his console gave an alert of it's own. "Commander Eastman," Isaiah said from his station. His hands moved across his screen once more to confirm. "I'm detecting some very small subspace distortions." He didn't perceive it as any sort of threat, but it could warrant noting. He continued to scrutinize the data the sensors had captured on the distortions.
Tag: Judith Eastman , Ozu Saya , Joshua Niles , Alex Graham Soft Tag: Kaya Som
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Elijah Azaria
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 39 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Species: Human
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Post by Elijah Azaria on Jun 3, 2020 16:43:43 GMT
[Deck 2 - Mess Hall]
Elijah’s mind wandered as he took a moment to absorb the words he’d been reading, when he noticed the Chief had entered the hall. Well, his Chief. She, a rather beautiful red-haired woman, was in company with a Vulcan male Science Officer. He wondered what they were discussing but didn’t wish to impose, despite this; he nodded his head in polite acknowledgement to Chief Baker’s wave. Elijah had always had a hard time making friends - or even fond acquaintances. Humans found him stoic and cold, and other races thought his indifference translated to being rude - given what one expects a human to be. His brothers used to say he was an alien, teasing him despite knowing - or at least suspecting - why he composed himself the way he did. After all, you couldn’t have your emotions used against you if you didn’t show any.
He finished his soup, disposed of the dish, and returned to his table with a cup of coffee. Picking up his book, he continued reading from where he’d left off. Elizabeth Bennet had just received word of Lydia’s running away with Mr. Whickham - a character Elijah detested. Soft tag to Thea Baker
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Jun 4, 2020 0:59:28 GMT
[ Crwm Kaya Som | Engineering ][...]=/\= Chief Ozu to Crewman Som, there appears to be a minor power fluctuation somewhere in the secondary power systems for the photon torpedoes. See if you can track the problem from engineering. =/\=[...] Kaya Som turned in her chair to pull up the readings Chief Ozu might be referencing. She tapped through the reports. They were at high warp. At this speed hardly anything ever happened. There wasn't matter, there wasn't light, there wasn't anything but straight and narrow, sleek and direct speed. But you didn't want to risk anything when it came to the photon torpedoes. =/\= Aye, chief. I see it. Nothing to worry about. It's just trace Tallis 1 particles, elevated but within normal range. =/\= Kaya sat back again. Tallis particles were associated with instability in subspace, like with wormholes, but they only caused a problem in absolutely massive quantities. Surely, there was nothing at all to be worried about. Just a totally normal day at warp nine.
Tag Ozu Saya 1 Invented technobabble for this mission. Engineers will know of them. [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya returned to the engineering station with a smile, glancing at the junior officers present. She wasn't familiar with most of them, except for the newly-promoted Lieutenant Quinn. In fact... Congratulations on your promotion, Lieutenant. I'm sure it was well-deserved. She sat at her station, then leaned forward abruptly as a yellow flash caught her eye on one of the diagnostics. It wasn't anything major, but since there wasn't much else going on, the issue was worth checking out. =/\= Chief Ozu to Crewman Som, there appears to be a minor power fluctuation somewhere in the secondary power systems for the photon torpedoes. See if you can track the problem from engineering. =/\= Saya turned to address the young officer at the tactical station. Ensign, my diagnostic detected a small power fluctuation in the weapons systems. Please check if you can detect it from your board. =/\= [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Bridge, USS <ac]It brought Judy visible pleasure to see the crew enjoying her cooking. She was smiling, a natural expression for her features, particularly as she looked up at Quinn. "Take as many as you want," she told him. "In fact, if you'd like, I'll bake you a whole batch as a promotion gift."She then turned her head over to Ensign Niles. "It's something to consider," she told him. "My main concern would be to make sure the ships we're reaching are well-meaning ones that'll help us find the Orunmila, rather than dirtbags who'll want to do her ill."Judy was inherently cautious, and didn't want to make a move that could backfire. Her attention briefly turned to the power fluctuations. She just nodded approvingly, and let the qualified crewmembers do the work. This freed her to put her attention elsewhere. "Lieutenant Quinn," she addressed the newly-promoted young man. "Why don't we step on Ensign Niles' toes a little, and use the sensors to work out which ships could be useful - or harmful - in the search? Starfleet ships, good Federation transports, allies, enemies, suspected smugglers and mercenaries, what-have-you."The comment about stepping on toes was accompanied with a little look and an airiness, almost chuckle, to the voice, a show of good humor. Judy didn't mistrust Ensign Niles - she just didn't want to split his time and attention too many ways. Having finished speaking, she grabbed one of her own rugelach and began to eat it in small, measured bites. [ Ens Joshua Niles Bridge - USS Mac ]As he focused back on his board, the Master Chief spoke up regarding some sort of malfunction in the torpedo system. And while he technically outranked her, he knew much, much better than to gainsay the word of someone of that towering seniority and expertise. But he had never really believed until then that even such a polite request from a non-commissioned member could come as implacably as any order, even if it couldn't be one. Well, that was odd because he'd just come on watch and reported everything about them being fully operational. And he certainly damn well knew he hadn't misread his board. "Just a moment, Master Chief," replied he as he started going through the various displays and menus to seek to isolate the fault. As he worked, he heard now Commander Eastman was taking his idea with a grain of salt. Truth be told, he hadn't considered there might be bad actors who would be interested in going after a stricken ship. That in and of itself was a lesson that would be worth filing away for later. However, a moment later he realized she did not throw his idea away, and instead, while indeed stepping onto his toes, the Commander enlisted Lieutenant Quinn's aid to build a list of trustworthy ships who could be so enlisted. Well, that was a win, if his idea was going to be used at all. But then, he saw what was wrong. Secondary external power feed to the torpedo storage rack for the aft torpedo bay on Deck 13 was acting up. Now, he was certain that had been addressed, because just three watches away he'd made damn certain to order the supervisor to deal with it. And when he'd come on watch, he had seen it to be green. "You've got to be kidding," he murmured to himself as he worked. And immediately, it became apparent what had happened. Quickly, he dug a little deeper in the maintenance logs, and he saw that one particular relay had never been switched off, a mandatory step to replace the one component that was acting up and was due for replacement. A component that could be made to look like it had been reset easily enough, even though all that had been done was a swift kick... "Oh for f..."Biting off the rest of the curse, he brought a hand to the bridge of his nose and squeezed as he took a deep breath. Jarvis. Again. "Master Chief, I know what's wrong. Aft torpedo bay on Deck 13. The number two coupling for secondary power to the racks was due for replacement; I ordered that fixed three watches ago, and it wasn't. Looks like someone just decided to pull a fast one one me. Damnit, I should've checked myself!" There could be no mistaking the young man was angry at himself, and he knew all too well what that malfunction could mean: if external power to the torpedoes was lost, they would eventually lose containment on their antimatter bottles, with highly predictable results. And as the officer in charge, well, that would be on him... But, a deep breath later, he focused again; this could not be allowed to stand in any way. "Master Chief, I would need your advice on something. What do you do with a subordinate how can't be trusted?"
Tag: Ozu Saya Soft tag: Alex Graham , Isaiah Quinn , Judith Eastman [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] =/\= Acknowledged, Crewman, Saya responded thoughtfully. Nevertheless, tactical is looking into the problem as well. Continue to monitor along with your other duties. If there are further changes, let me know. =/\= The chief's attention returned to the tactical officer as he explained what had happened. Her eyebrow rose marginally as he spoke of having given orders to someone, in the back of her mind thinking who the very young ensign thought he should be ordering around. It took her a moment to remember that enlisted officers did, technically, have to take orders from him. It must have been a crewman or a lower-level PO. Most ensigns learned quickly that it was foolish to try to give orders to a non-com who had been in Starfleet longer than that. Saya hadn't had an ensign, or even a lieutenant, try to give her orders in years. 'Don't beat yourself up,' I believe Humans say, Saya said gently. We have had many such difficulties since coming to the Front Ear, in all departments. Despite our best efforts, there are still crew members who continue to do the bare minimum, or less, until we actually catch them at it.She eyed the ensign, wondering if he would take her next words in the helpful spirit intended. I don't know specifically of whom you're speaking, but if the guilty party is a non-com, especially someone older, you may have difficulty getting them to obey any orders from a very young ensign. While you technically would outrank them, the reality is that except for crewman, most have quite a bit more experience than you do and they simply do not take well to receiving orders from someone less experienced. And in most cases, it would be wise on your part to defer to that experience.
In this case, I might suggest bringing the matter to the chief of security; she's a non-com herself. Most of her focus has been on getting the crime on the station under control, so she might not have had a chance to weed through the problem children in the department.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Jun 4, 2020 1:36:42 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] =/\= Acknowledged, Crewman, Saya responded thoughtfully. Nevertheless, tactical is looking into the problem as well. Continue to monitor along with your other duties. If there are further changes, let me know. =/\= The chief's attention returned to the tactical officer as he explained what had happened. Her eyebrow rose marginally as he spoke of having given orders to someone, in the back of her mind thinking who the very young ensign thought he should be ordering around. It took her a moment to remember that enlisted officers did, technically, have to take orders from him. It must have been a crewman or a lower-level PO. Most ensigns learned quickly that it was foolish to try to give orders to a non-com who had been in Starfleet longer than that. Saya hadn't had an ensign, or even a lieutenant, try to give her orders in years. 'Don't beat yourself up,' I believe Humans say, Saya said gently. We have had many such difficulties since coming to the Front Ear, in all departments. Despite our best efforts, there are still crew members who continue to do the bare minimum, or less, until we actually catch them at it.She eyed the ensign, wondering if he would take her next words in the helpful spirit intended. I don't know specifically of whom you're speaking, but if the guilty party is a non-com, especially someone older, you may have difficulty getting them to obey any orders from a very young ensign. While you technically would outrank them, the reality is that except for crewman, most have quite a bit more experience than you do and they simply do not take well to receiving orders from someone less experienced. And in most cases, it would be wise on your part to defer to that experience.
In this case, I might suggest bringing the matter to the chief of security; she's a non-com herself. Most of her focus has been on getting the crime on the station under control, so she might not have had a chance to weed through the problem children in the department. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]The Master Chief, well, she had a job to do, and it would seem she understood that she also had a role in the education of young officers. But, there was something Joshua understood: there were personnel issues between the Front Ear and the Mac. And, he had heard of personnel shortages, and that when a ship had to surrender a draft of crewmembers to man new construction, well, captains weren't always inclined to give up their best people if they could avoid it. However, she said, very much what Jarvis had told him with regards to individual experience, and how he should be taking his lead from those individuals. And just as his own instructors had said, he would be faced with people who would be reluctant to take an ensign's orders based on their experience. And, when it was suggested he brings the matter to the Chief of Security, he nodded. That would be the most logical step, but there was something that needed addressing. "Master Chief, Petty Officer First Class Jarvis told me very much what you told me about the 'real world' and 'deferring to his experience' when I caught him having falsified maintenance reports in the torpedo bay I am responsible for. When I did my own inspection, I found faults that could lead to a catastrophic failure; each of the faults on their own weren't much, but all of them combined? They were a time bomb."He took a deep breath as he considered the senior NCO before him. Not beating himself up, that was the hard part. It was his responsibility to make sure things were as they were supposed to be. "I was always taught that as an officer, I'm responsible for what my subordinates do or do not do. I thought I had PO Jarvis under control, but the moment I had my eye off him, he goes and falsifies another report. I... I can't just always run to the Chief or to you, or Commander Eastman with those problems; I have to be able to solve them myself... I just don't really know how when the seniormost hand working for me won't take me seriously." Ozu Saya
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K'Dex
Engineering/Ops
[TI20]
Posts: 50 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Position: Engineering
Species: Caitian
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Post by K'Dex on Jun 4, 2020 6:15:34 GMT
[Engineering, USS Mac] K'Dex watched the console as he lounged over the back of the chair, his front paws on the arm rests, his back paws on the floor. His large size allowed him to drape over the chair like a fur cloak, and it let him stretch out certain muscles that had been twitching in his side ever since the incident a month ago. The doctors told him to make sure to stretch it regularly, which he attempted to, albeit infrequently. It wasn't painful, the twitching. Simply irritating. Though, he was glad to feel his fur having mostly grown back in. He could still feel the slight change in the fur, that would clear out when he would start shedding in the area again. It was frustrating to groom though, feeling that slight difference, knowing it was there. He'd worked so hard for an immaculate coat, and after one day it'd been quite emasculated. Still, they were currently on a travel run. No studying of strange nebulas, no firefights expected, no EMP surges. It'd taken forever just to replace some of the farthest conduits after they'd been fused together. The warp core itself seemed none the worse for wear. The corrupted files in the computer core had been replaced after some diagnostics earlier in the month. All in told, it was back to shipshape. This was more an excuse to make sure nothing had slipped past while they cruised to drop something off somewhere. =/\= "K'Dex to Chief Saya, reporting all clear on the shield emitters diagnostics. Moving to Lateral Sensor Array for automated diagnostics."=/\= K'Dex had only met the chief a few times briefly, though especially after having to compile reports together for the damage done and what repairs they'd managed before limping back to the station. He hadn't really developed much of an opinion of her, though she seemed more than capable.
Soft Tag: Ozu Saya
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Jun 4, 2020 18:55:45 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya returned to the engineering station with a smile, glancing at the junior officers present. She wasn't familiar with most of them, except for the newly-promoted Lieutenant Quinn. In fact... Congratulations on your promotion, Lieutenant. I'm sure it was well-deserved. She sat at her station, then leaned forward abruptly as a yellow flash caught her eye on one of the diagnostics. It wasn't anything major, but since there wasn't much else going on, the issue was worth checking out. =/\= Chief Ozu to Crewman Som, there appears to be a minor power fluctuation somewhere in the secondary power systems for the photon torpedoes. See if you can track the problem from engineering. =/\= Saya turned to address the young officer at the tactical station. Ensign, my diagnostic detected a small power fluctuation in the weapons systems. Please check if you can detect it from your board. =/\= [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Bridge, USS <ac]It brought Judy visible pleasure to see the crew enjoying her cooking. She was smiling, a natural expression for her features, particularly as she looked up at Quinn. "Take as many as you want," she told him. "In fact, if you'd like, I'll bake you a whole batch as a promotion gift."She then turned her head over to Ensign Niles. "It's something to consider," she told him. "My main concern would be to make sure the ships we're reaching are well-meaning ones that'll help us find the Orunmila, rather than dirtbags who'll want to do her ill."Judy was inherently cautious, and didn't want to make a move that could backfire. Her attention briefly turned to the power fluctuations. She just nodded approvingly, and let the qualified crewmembers do the work. This freed her to put her attention elsewhere. "Lieutenant Quinn," she addressed the newly-promoted young man. "Why don't we step on Ensign Niles' toes a little, and use the sensors to work out which ships could be useful - or harmful - in the search? Starfleet ships, good Federation transports, allies, enemies, suspected smugglers and mercenaries, what-have-you."The comment about stepping on toes was accompanied with a little look and an airiness, almost chuckle, to the voice, a show of good humor. Judy didn't mistrust Ensign Niles - she just didn't want to split his time and attention too many ways. Having finished speaking, she grabbed one of her own rugelach and began to eat it in small, measured bites. [ Ens Joshua Niles Bridge - USS Mac ]As he focused back on his board, the Master Chief spoke up regarding some sort of malfunction in the torpedo system. And while he technically outranked her, he knew much, much better than to gainsay the word of someone of that towering seniority and expertise. But he had never really believed until then that even such a polite request from a non-commissioned member could come as implacably as any order, even if it couldn't be one. Well, that was odd because he'd just come on watch and reported everything about them being fully operational. And he certainly damn well knew he hadn't misread his board. "Just a moment, Master Chief," replied he as he started going through the various displays and menus to seek to isolate the fault. As he worked, he heard now Commander Eastman was taking his idea with a grain of salt. Truth be told, he hadn't considered there might be bad actors who would be interested in going after a stricken ship. That in and of itself was a lesson that would be worth filing away for later. However, a moment later he realized she did not throw his idea away, and instead, while indeed stepping onto his toes, the Commander enlisted Lieutenant Quinn's aid to build a list of trustworthy ships who could be so enlisted. Well, that was a win, if his idea was going to be used at all. But then, he saw what was wrong. Secondary external power feed to the torpedo storage rack for the aft torpedo bay on Deck 13 was acting up. Now, he was certain that had been addressed, because just three watches away he'd made damn certain to order the supervisor to deal with it. And when he'd come on watch, he had seen it to be green. "You've got to be kidding," he murmured to himself as he worked. And immediately, it became apparent what had happened. Quickly, he dug a little deeper in the maintenance logs, and he saw that one particular relay had never been switched off, a mandatory step to replace the one component that was acting up and was due for replacement. A component that could be made to look like it had been reset easily enough, even though all that had been done was a swift kick... "Oh for f..."Biting off the rest of the curse, he brought a hand to the bridge of his nose and squeezed as he took a deep breath. Jarvis. Again. "Master Chief, I know what's wrong. Aft torpedo bay on Deck 13. The number two coupling for secondary power to the racks was due for replacement; I ordered that fixed three watches ago, and it wasn't. Looks like someone just decided to pull a fast one one me. Damnit, I should've checked myself!" There could be no mistaking the young man was angry at himself, and he knew all too well what that malfunction could mean: if external power to the torpedoes was lost, they would eventually lose containment on their antimatter bottles, with highly predictable results. And as the officer in charge, well, that would be on him... But, a deep breath later, he focused again; this could not be allowed to stand in any way. "Master Chief, I would need your advice on something. What do you do with a subordinate how can't be trusted?"
Tag: Ozu Saya Soft tag: Alex Graham , Isaiah Quinn , Judith Eastman [...] Mister Quinn, Lieutenant Quinn now, spoke of tracking down the Orunmila on sensors and yet having to find a sign. But, given that those were strictly limited, then perhaps there could be a way to extend their reach, but without too much modification. Which led the young Ensign to an idea. "Commander, if our sensors won't reach that far, maybe we could also see what others have seen? Perhaps send out an all-ships subspace broadcast, and ask if anyone has seen her, or a debris field, or something out of the ordinary? I get their sensors aren't as refined as ours, but at least, it might feed us some leads?"
[...] "Master Chief, I know what's wrong. Aft torpedo bay on Deck 13. The number two coupling for secondary power to the racks was due for replacement; I ordered that fixed three watches ago, and it wasn't. Looks like someone just decided to pull a fast one one me. Damnit, I should've checked myself!" There could be no mistaking the young man was angry at himself, and he knew all too well what that malfunction could mean: if external power to the torpedoes was lost, they would eventually lose containment on their antimatter bottles, with highly predictable results. And as the officer in charge, well, that would be on him... But, a deep breath later, he focused again; this could not be allowed to stand in any way. "Master Chief, I would need your advice on something. What do you do with a subordinate how can't be trusted?"Saya returned to the engineering station with a smile, glancing at the junior officers present. She wasn't familiar with most of them, except for the newly-promoted Lieutenant Quinn. In fact... Congratulations on your promotion, Lieutenant. I'm sure it was well-deserved. She sat at her station, then leaned forward abruptly as a yellow flash caught her eye on one of the diagnostics. It wasn't anything major, but since there wasn't much else going on, the issue was worth checking out. =/\= Chief Ozu to Crewman Som, there appears to be a minor power fluctuation somewhere in the secondary power systems for the photon torpedoes. See if you can track the problem from engineering. =/\= Saya turned to address the young officer at the tactical station. Ensign, my diagnostic detected a small power fluctuation in the weapons systems. Please check if you can detect it from your board. =/\= Alexander didn’t take one because he had something to do. He preferred to get that done in a quick and timely matter he certainly didn’t mean to be rude whatsoever. If he was rude then he would certainly apologize. He didn’t know any of the officers but he was happy for the ones that got promoted. He wasn’t planning on being miserable all of time just maybe at certain times. He had a check list of what he was looking for and everything that to be done. He was glad that he was getting everything done on his list. It would be nice to get to know the crew members that he didn’t know before. Maybe he could notice some things about them on the mission. He was sure that if he payed enough attention then he could pick up on some things so that he could get to know the others. It brought Judy visible pleasure to see the crew enjoying her cooking. She was smiling, a natural expression for her features, particularly as she looked up at Quinn. "Take as many as you want," she told him. "In fact, if you'd like, I'll bake you a whole batch as a promotion gift."She then turned her head over to Ensign Niles. "It's something to consider," she told him. "My main concern would be to make sure the ships we're reaching are well-meaning ones that'll help us find the Orunmila, rather than dirtbags who'll want to do her ill."Judy was inherently cautious, and didn't want to make a move that could backfire. Her attention briefly turned to the power fluctuations. She just nodded approvingly, and let the qualified crewmembers do the work. This freed her to put her attention elsewhere. "Lieutenant Quinn," she addressed the newly-promoted young man. "Why don't we step on Ensign Niles' toes a little, and use the sensors to work out which ships could be useful - or harmful - in the search? Starfleet ships, good Federation transports, allies, enemies, suspected smugglers and mercenaries, what-have-you."The comment about stepping on toes was accompanied with a little look and an airiness, almost chuckle, to the voice, a show of good humor. Judy didn't mistrust Ensign Niles - she just didn't want to split his time and attention too many ways. Having finished speaking, she grabbed one of her own rugelach and began to eat it in small, measured bites. [...] =/\= Aye, chief. I see it. Nothing to worry about. It's just trace Tallis 1 particles, elevated but within normal range. =/\= Kaya sat back again. Tallis particles were associated with instability in subspace, like with wormholes, but they only caused a problem in absolutely massive quantities. Surely, there was nothing at all to be worried about. Just a totally normal day at warp nine. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Isaiah smiled as Chief Ozu congratulated him on his recent promotion to Lieutenant junior grade. He had to admit, he was proud of the promotion himself. He may have even spent a few extra minutes polishing the new pip that last few times he put on his uniform. "Thank you, Chief. I'll continue to make certain that it is." Commander Eastman told him that he was welcome to take as many of the rugelach as he liked. He fought the temptation to take a third, otherwise he'd be hitting the gym after his shift rather than grabbing dinner. Briefly, he considered checking in with Thea at some point to see if she had plans once the shift ended. That naturally led him to think about the last time he'd seen her on the Bridge, lying there motionless. Luckily help had arrived when it had. The offer was also made to make him a personal batch of the rugelach as a congratulatory gift on his promotion. Isaiah chuckled slightly. "It's hard to say no to such an offer, ma'am," Isaiah said. He then moved towards the Science I station as he gave his report on the Orunmila. Ensign Niles offered another option to aid in the search of the Orunmila. The idea did have merit, but he could certainly understand Commander Eastman's concerns, especially if their inquiry could lead to the ship being in even more danger. Eastman then asked him to filter out the potential friendly ships in the areas that could assist with their sensor data and avoid those that likely wouldn't. "On it, ma'am," Isaiah said as he began to screen the ships in the area. As he worked, he could hear Chief Ozu note a power fluctuation in power systems for the weapons sytems. She had a member of her staff on it, but still asked Niles to confirm from his station. He seemed to have a theory that it was related to something he had reported earlier. It sounded as if a repair had slipped through the cracks at some point. While paying attention to his own scans, Isaiah screened through the vessels that were in the area. The Chalnoth, the Iyaarans, the Caldonians, the Nyberrite Alliance. They all had ships in the vicinity. There were even Ferengi vessels in the area along with some Federation freighters and transports that typically did business in this region that could be contacted. There was also the possibility that the Tholians, as their borders tended to be fluid. "I am sending you that list now, Mr. Niles," Isaiah said. He thought it best to leave out the Tholians for he the time being, and possibly the Chalnoth as well. The Ferengi would likely try to barter their sensor records. Everyone else seemed either indifferent or an ally. Just as he sent the list, however, his console gave an alert of it's own. "Commander Eastman," Isaiah said from his station. His hands moved across his screen once more to confirm. "I'm detecting some very small subspace distortions." He didn't perceive it as any sort of threat, but it could warrant noting. He continued to scrutinize the data the sensors had captured on the distortions.
Tag: Judith Eastman , Ozu Saya , Joshua Niles , Alex Graham Soft Tag: Kaya Som [ Crwm Kaya Som | Engineering ]Kaya Som turned in her chair to pull up the readings Chief Ozu might be referencing. She tapped through the reports. They were at high warp. At this speed hardly anything ever happened. There wasn't matter, there wasn't light, there wasn't anything but straight and narrow, sleek and direct speed. But you didn't want to risk anything when it came to the photon torpedoes. =/\= Aye, chief. I see it. Nothing to worry about. It's just trace Tallis 1 particles, elevated but within normal range. =/\= Kaya sat back again. Tallis particles were associated with instability in subspace, like with wormholes, but they only caused a problem in absolutely massive quantities. Surely, there was nothing at all to be worried about. Just a totally normal day at warp nine.
Tag Ozu Saya 1 Invented technobabble for this mission. Engineers will know of them. [ Ens Joshua Niles Bridge - USS Mac ]As he focused back on his board, the Master Chief spoke up regarding some sort of malfunction in the torpedo system. And while he technically outranked her, he knew much, much better than to gainsay the word of someone of that towering seniority and expertise. But he had never really believed until then that even such a polite request from a non-commissioned member could come as implacably as any order, even if it couldn't be one. Well, that was odd because he'd just come on watch and reported everything about them being fully operational. And he certainly damn well knew he hadn't misread his board. "Just a moment, Master Chief," replied he as he started going through the various displays and menus to seek to isolate the fault. As he worked, he heard now Commander Eastman was taking his idea with a grain of salt. Truth be told, he hadn't considered there might be bad actors who would be interested in going after a stricken ship. That in and of itself was a lesson that would be worth filing away for later. However, a moment later he realized she did not throw his idea away, and instead, while indeed stepping onto his toes, the Commander enlisted Lieutenant Quinn's aid to build a list of trustworthy ships who could be so enlisted. Well, that was a win, if his idea was going to be used at all. But then, he saw what was wrong. Secondary external power feed to the torpedo storage rack for the aft torpedo bay on Deck 13 was acting up. Now, he was certain that had been addressed, because just three watches away he'd made damn certain to order the supervisor to deal with it. And when he'd come on watch, he had seen it to be green. "You've got to be kidding," he murmured to himself as he worked. And immediately, it became apparent what had happened. Quickly, he dug a little deeper in the maintenance logs, and he saw that one particular relay had never been switched off, a mandatory step to replace the one component that was acting up and was due for replacement. A component that could be made to look like it had been reset easily enough, even though all that had been done was a swift kick... "Oh for f..."Biting off the rest of the curse, he brought a hand to the bridge of his nose and squeezed as he took a deep breath. Jarvis. Again. "Master Chief, I know what's wrong. Aft torpedo bay on Deck 13. The number two coupling for secondary power to the racks was due for replacement; I ordered that fixed three watches ago, and it wasn't. Looks like someone just decided to pull a fast one one me. Damnit, I should've checked myself!" There could be no mistaking the young man was angry at himself, and he knew all too well what that malfunction could mean: if external power to the torpedoes was lost, they would eventually lose containment on their antimatter bottles, with highly predictable results. And as the officer in charge, well, that would be on him... But, a deep breath later, he focused again; this could not be allowed to stand in any way. "Master Chief, I would need your advice on something. What do you do with a subordinate how can't be trusted?"
Tag: Ozu Saya Soft tag: Alex Graham , Isaiah Quinn , Judith Eastman [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] =/\= Acknowledged, Crewman, Saya responded thoughtfully. Nevertheless, tactical is looking into the problem as well. Continue to monitor along with your other duties. If there are further changes, let me know. =/\= The chief's attention returned to the tactical officer as he explained what had happened. Her eyebrow rose marginally as he spoke of having given orders to someone, in the back of her mind thinking who the very young ensign thought he should be ordering around. It took her a moment to remember that enlisted officers did, technically, have to take orders from him. It must have been a crewman or a lower-level PO. Most ensigns learned quickly that it was foolish to try to give orders to a non-com who had been in Starfleet longer than that. Saya hadn't had an ensign, or even a lieutenant, try to give her orders in years. 'Don't beat yourself up,' I believe Humans say, Saya said gently. We have had many such difficulties since coming to the Front Ear, in all departments. Despite our best efforts, there are still crew members who continue to do the bare minimum, or less, until we actually catch them at it.She eyed the ensign, wondering if he would take her next words in the helpful spirit intended. I don't know specifically of whom you're speaking, but if the guilty party is a non-com, especially someone older, you may have difficulty getting them to obey any orders from a very young ensign. While you technically would outrank them, the reality is that except for crewman, most have quite a bit more experience than you do and they simply do not take well to receiving orders from someone less experienced. And in most cases, it would be wise on your part to defer to that experience.
In this case, I might suggest bringing the matter to the chief of security; she's a non-com herself. Most of her focus has been on getting the crime on the station under control, so she might not have had a chance to weed through the problem children in the department.
Tag Kaya Som and Joshua Niles [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] =/\= Acknowledged, Crewman, Saya responded thoughtfully. Nevertheless, tactical is looking into the problem as well. Continue to monitor along with your other duties. If there are further changes, let me know. =/\= The chief's attention returned to the tactical officer as he explained what had happened. Her eyebrow rose marginally as he spoke of having given orders to someone, in the back of her mind thinking who the very young ensign thought he should be ordering around. It took her a moment to remember that enlisted officers did, technically, have to take orders from him. It must have been a crewman or a lower-level PO. Most ensigns learned quickly that it was foolish to try to give orders to a non-com who had been in Starfleet longer than that. Saya hadn't had an ensign, or even a lieutenant, try to give her orders in years. 'Don't beat yourself up,' I believe Humans say, Saya said gently. We have had many such difficulties since coming to the Front Ear, in all departments. Despite our best efforts, there are still crew members who continue to do the bare minimum, or less, until we actually catch them at it.She eyed the ensign, wondering if he would take her next words in the helpful spirit intended. I don't know specifically of whom you're speaking, but if the guilty party is a non-com, especially someone older, you may have difficulty getting them to obey any orders from a very young ensign. While you technically would outrank them, the reality is that except for crewman, most have quite a bit more experience than you do and they simply do not take well to receiving orders from someone less experienced. And in most cases, it would be wise on your part to defer to that experience.
In this case, I might suggest bringing the matter to the chief of security; she's a non-com herself. Most of her focus has been on getting the crime on the station under control, so she might not have had a chance to weed through the problem children in the department. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]The Master Chief, well, she had a job to do, and it would seem she understood that she also had a role in the education of young officers. But, there was something Joshua understood: there were personnel issues between the Front Ear and the Mac. And, he had heard of personnel shortages, and that when a ship had to surrender a draft of crewmembers to man new construction, well, captains weren't always inclined to give up their best people if they could avoid it. However, she said, very much what Jarvis had told him with regards to individual experience, and how he should be taking his lead from those individuals. And just as his own instructors had said, he would be faced with people who would be reluctant to take an ensign's orders based on their experience. And, when it was suggested he brings the matter to the Chief of Security, he nodded. That would be the most logical step, but there was something that needed addressing. "Master Chief, Petty Officer First Class Jarvis told me very much what you told me about the 'real world' and 'deferring to his experience' when I caught him having falsified maintenance reports in the torpedo bay I am responsible for. When I did my own inspection, I found faults that could lead to a catastrophic failure; each of the faults on their own weren't much, but all of them combined? They were a time bomb."He took a deep breath as he considered the senior NCO before him. Not beating himself up, that was the hard part. It was his responsibility to make sure things were as they were supposed to be. "I was always taught that as an officer, I'm responsible for what my subordinates do or do not do. I thought I had PO Jarvis under control, but the moment I had my eye off him, he goes and falsifies another report. I... I can't just always run to the Chief or to you, or Commander Eastman with those problems; I have to be able to solve them myself... I just don't really know how when the seniormost hand working for me won't take me seriously." Ozu Saya [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Bridge, USS Mac]Judy's attention was initially focused on Lieutenant Quinn. "Lieutenant, could you send the data to my assistant, Miss Henriksen?" she asked. "She can put together a very compelling visual presentation that I can send back to the station."Judy wasn't sure if she wanted to proceed right away, and she certainly wanted to speak with Captain Ellis before doing anything too hasty. She had time to let Mabel work her color-coding magic... and hopefully not set any fonts to Comic Sans. She promptly refocused her attention again. "I also want more data on those distortions. It could be nothing, but it could just as easily be related to our malfunctions," she not so much ordered as requested. After the orders were given, to the very capable young man, Judy turned her attention to Tactical and her Chief Engineer. "In my experience, young man, you should report these issues. Believe it or not, proper documentation, procedure, paperwork, that's the way to get things done," she told Ensign Niles. "Trust me. I'm the one who reads a lot of these reports."Judy adjusted her bifocals, and then stood up. It was getting awkward to look over her shoulder at the officers. "While Mr. Quinn gets me more data on the readings themselves, Ensign, I want you to go and look for some history of this region of space. Past anomalies, lost ships, experiments, whatever our library has," she ordered. "Anomalies have a way of clustering in the same areas of space."
Tag Isaiah Quinn and Joshua Niles , soft tag Ozu Saya [NPC - Replicator - Mess Hall]Not all was well with the replicator, it seemed. The machine, after Ensign Azaria had left it, replicated coffee (no mug) which spilled to the floor, and then a mug, upside-down, that promptly fell down and shattered.
Soft tag Thea Baker , Datan , and Elijah Azaria
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Post by Fells Halgerdur on Jun 4, 2020 19:19:32 GMT
[Deck 2 - mess hall- PO2 Brody Cooper (NPC?)]
There were several open tables but they were all in the back of the mess hall and required Brody to pass a lot of occupied tables, which he studied with curiosity. There were several different species here but all Starfleet. Everything had their place and order and a lot of them were wearing uniforms. So was Brody. But he was a little different. He was too curious, too shy, too everything. It was his first mission on the ship and he really had no idea why he had been assigned to it, other than the original member of the geology department who was supposed to take part, got sick. So Brody got his chance. Most likely he'd sit around uselessly but he didn't care. He was aboard the USS MAC and quite excited. A book. His eyes widened as he spotted the ancient piece of material on someones table. "That's a book....how old is it?"He simply asked before he even looked at the man. When he did he saw a stoney face, deeply absorbed in the book. "Hi, sorry, I've just never seen a real one."
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Elijah Azaria
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Post by Elijah Azaria on Jun 4, 2020 20:00:51 GMT
[Deck 2 - mess hall- PO2 Brody Cooper (NPC?)]
There were several open tables but they were all in the back of the mess hall and required Brody to pass a lot of occupied tables, which he studied with curiosity. There were several different species here but all Starfleet. Everything had their place and order and a lot of them were wearing uniforms. So was Brody. But he was a little different. He was too curious, too shy, too everything. It was his first mission on the ship and he really had no idea why he had been assigned to it, other than the original member of the geology department who was supposed to take part, got sick. So Brody got his chance. Most likely he'd sit around uselessly but he didn't care. He was aboard the USS MAC and quite excited. A book. His eyes widened as he spotted the ancient piece of material on someones table. "That's a book....how old is it?"He simply asked before he even looked at the man. When he did he saw a stoney face, deeply absorbed in the book. "Hi, sorry, I've just never seen a real one."
[Deck 2 - Mess Hall] Elijah, engrossed in his novel, didn’t notice that the replicator was acting oddly. In fact, he forgot where he currently sat, lost in the imaginations of Pride and Prejudice, until someone spoke - someone nearer to him than he expected. He looked up at the man. He was young, but older than Elijah, and attractive with blue eyes and athletic build. Elijah glanced down at his novel momentarily, processing the stranger’s words. How he hated small talk, a medium which he was poorly prepared for growing up - and mandatory in a people oriented occupation.
“ You have no reason to apologise,” he said, “ would you like to look at it?” He held the novel out to the stranger, and hoped that said stranger would sit down. Though Elijah believed he could absolutely retrieve the novel even if it was stolen from him, he didn’t want to have to heal the man afterwards. “ As to its age, I’m not quite sure,” he continued honestly. “ It was abandoned in the attic of my grandparents house 11 years ago, but I’m unaware of its history beyond that. My Grandmother was an avid reader, I like to think it was a prized possession of hers.” The book, though worn and ratted, was an item he kept a close eye on. For both his sake as he enjoyed the story, but also because he believed his Grandmother would want him to treat it well.
Soft tag to Judith Eastman for Replicator Tag to Fells Halgerdur
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Kaya Som
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Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Post by Kaya Som on Jun 4, 2020 20:13:32 GMT
[ The Arkarians | Brig, Deck 9 ]
Oh, hello out there...!" Cheron, tall and rail-thin leaned lackadaisically on the edge of the force-fielded archway. "Oh, turn-key, darling, is anyone afoot?"
From his bed, little brother Malko, young and thick, sat up. From hers, big sister Benor, built like a boxer, set her empty teacup aside.
"What are you doing?" Benor asked of Cheron, their saccarine sabateur.
"She only thinks of food," Malko smirked.
"We'd love a bit of luncheon if no one's too bothered," Cheron called sweetly. "It's been ages since our last. Are there not replicators on board such a stunning ship?"
Tag anyone. Perhaps medical, security, or command.
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