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Post by Fells Halgerdur on Jun 4, 2020 20:37:36 GMT
[deck 2- mess hall- Brody Cooper]
The man seemed a little startled...probably because he hadn't heard Brody coming. He gave him an apologetic smile and bend down to have a closer look when the stranger offered it to him. "May I?" He politely asked before sitting down opposite of him and carefully taking the book in his own hands. "I grew up on a station. My family never had real books but I've seen them in documentaries."He ran a finger over the hard cover and then turned a few pages to find normal print on plain slightly weathered paper. "It's so odd....why would they cut down trees to make these? All this information can fit on a much smaller device."As he studied the book he could also smell the age. "What do you do with it once you've read it....do you keep it? Read it again?"Of course he had seen book shelves but the idea of filling a shelf with one story at a time was interesting. "Makes it more precious though, doesn't it?"Only now did he look up to the books owner and smile again. "Sorry, I'm rude. I'm Brody Cooper...I'm new here."
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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 4, 2020 20:58:09 GMT
[deck 2- mess hall- Brody Cooper]
The man seemed a little startled...probably because he hadn't heard Brody coming. He gave him an apologetic smile and bend down to have a closer look when the stranger offered it to him. "May I?" He politely asked before sitting down opposite of him and carefully taking the book in his own hands. "I grew up on a station. My family never had real books but I've seen them in documentaries."He ran a finger over the hard cover and then turned a few pages to find normal print on plain slightly weathered paper. "It's so odd....why would they cut down trees to make these? All this information can fit on a much smaller device."As he studied the book he could also smell the age. "What do you do with it once you've read it....do you keep it? Read it again?"Of course he had seen book shelves but the idea of filling a shelf with one story at a time was interesting. "Makes it more precious though, doesn't it?"Only now did he look up to the books owner and smile again. "Sorry, I'm rude. I'm Brody Cooper...I'm new here."[Deck 2 - Mess Hall] Elijah watched the stranger, intrigued. He, himself, had grown up on Earth in a picturesque neighbourhood. It was just a shame it had been hell on Earth for him. He wondered what it would have been like to grow up on a space station and realised quite quickly he would have hated it, not being able to completely escape his Father. At least on Earth, he’d been able to safely move away though there would truly never be enough space between himself and that man. “ Books have been around for a very long time,” he said needlessly. “ Long before novels could be uploaded and received via technologies.” He agreed that having it in print did make it feel more precious. “ I’ve read this novel 14 times already,” he confessed. “ I have others too, if you would like to borrow any. I trust you’d take care of them. They’re easily ripped and are not waterproof.” When the stranger finally introduced himself, Elijah nodded his head in polite acknowledgement. “ Elijah Azaria.”
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Post by Fells Halgerdur on Jun 4, 2020 21:20:33 GMT
[deck 2 - mess hall - Brody Cooper] Brody had already set down his tray on the table so he left it there because he had no intentions of finding another table and eating alone. He wanted to feel like he was part of this crew. When he heard that the man had read the book 14 times his eyes widened. "14 times?" The next question 'why' seemed rude so he stated. "You must really like it then...what is it about?" Noone would read a crime story that often knowing how it ends, perhaps it was funny but the man didn't seem the type. His explanation about not being waterproof made Brody snicker. "Yeah, I can tell."Something he knew a lot about were materials thanks to his job. "I'd love to borrow a book." He smiled again, this time broader until his dimples showed because in his mind, he was just making his first friend on board. "Nice to meet you Mr. Azaria...Elijah?" He had no idea how formal he should be. He took a bite of his sandwich, chewed and swallowed and then asked.
"What do you do on board?"
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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 5, 2020 13:36:51 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 [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya had to turn her attention from the young tactical officer for a moment as one of her engineers reported in. She frowned slightly as he used the incorrect name to address her. It took a moment to wrack her memory and recall the Caitian's rank to reply. =/\= Acknowledged, Ensign. Double check all readings and maintenance logs. A potentially disastrous discrepancy was discovered in the aft torpedo bay. I do not want any repeats.
Also, it is possible that you have forgotten or were misinformed, but I am properly addressed as Chief Ozu. I follow Bajoran naming conventions. =/\= Saya signed off and returned her attention to Ensign Niles, whom Judy was now addressing. [ 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 Commander Eastman is, of course, correct. It is important to report and document any such encounters so that we have the means of fairly and accurately handling any issues.
And you also make a fair assessment. Unfortunately, there will always be those who will choose to take shortcuts or not do their work at all. I have had the same problems in reverse. As I was given greater authority, there were a few commissioned officers who felt they could either ignore orders I gave them because I was young and non-commissioned, or do sloppy, half-finished work because it was 'good enough'. Most came to realize that I know what I'm doing and don't wish to lord my authority over them. My engineers know that I respect them and expect only the same in return. There have only been a very few whom I had to request their transfers or enact disciplinary action. It was a long speech for Saya, but she felt it was important to encourage cooperation and understanding between commissioned and non-commissioned officers as much as possible, while acknowledging the difficulties that could be had on both sides.
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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 5, 2020 16:53:48 GMT
[deck 2 - mess hall - Brody Cooper] Brody had already set down his tray on the table so he left it there because he had no intentions of finding another table and eating alone. He wanted to feel like he was part of this crew. When he heard that the man had read the book 14 times his eyes widened. "14 times?" The next question 'why' seemed rude so he stated. "You must really like it then...what is it about?" Noone would read a crime story that often knowing how it ends, perhaps it was funny but the man didn't seem the type. His explanation about not being waterproof made Brody snicker. "Yeah, I can tell."Something he knew a lot about were materials thanks to his job. "I'd love to borrow a book." He smiled again, this time broader until his dimples showed because in his mind, he was just making his first friend on board. "Nice to meet you Mr. Azaria...Elijah?" He had no idea how formal he should be. He took a bite of his sandwich, chewed and swallowed and then asked.
"What do you do on board?"[Deck 2 - Mess Hall] Elijah nodded in response to Brody’s questions, confirming that he had read the novel 14 times and that he really liked it. He pondered his next question, pressing his lips into a firm line. The only clue as to his thinking was that his eyes wandered across the table as he composed a response.
“Most would tell you that it’s a love story,” he started. “And while romance is a common theme. I enjoy the revelations most. The perception of characters, especially Mr. Darcy, changes throughout based on new information - and despite his cold demeanor; he is altogether forgiven for his shortcomings in the end.” He supposed he related to said indifferent exposition himself, and hoped someone might one day look further than his composure. When Brody confirmed he would like to borrow a book, Elijah thought of which his table companion might prefer. He supposed it would be best to send Brody a list of titles and let the man choose himself - or he could invite the stranger back to his lodgings to choose in person, the latter option much more personal than he was comfortable with but it would certainly make the ordeal easier for the both of them.
Elijah made an attempt at smiling in response to Brody’s last question. He was dressed in his uniform, sporting a fine blue collar that should make his role upon the ship clear, but he didn’t think any less of Brody for asking. “I’m a Doctor,” he said, and added, “not long out of the academy. Yourself?”
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Post by Fells Halgerdur on Jun 5, 2020 19:02:05 GMT
[Deck 2 mess - Brody] "A study of human nature. Not my thing. I'm more into adventure or crime stories. Something from Earth." He was always interested in the heritage of his species.
When he heard about Elijahs profession he instantly knew he respected him. "I have great respect for your profession." Compared to this smart hands on man, his own job was somewhat dry. "I'm a planetray geologist. I specialize in the use of minerals in construction technology. So stones...I know stones. Most people find that quite boring, I'm aware." An awkward smile tugged on his lips because not many people shared his passion.
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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 5, 2020 19:41:46 GMT
'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. "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." =/\= "K'Dex to Chief Saya, reporting all clear on the shield emitters diagnostics. Moving to Lateral Sensor Array for automated diagnostics."=/\= 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." [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] "Yes, ma'am," Isaiah said as soon as he received Commander Eastman's orders to send the data to her yeoman, Ensign Henriksen. If anyone could turn what may otherwise be a bunch of numbers and scientific drivel into a captivating presentation it was Mabel. It was only a few strokes along his panel before he was able to send the data to Mabel with a brief message of the Commander's wishes. Of course, if anyone could read the Commander's mind, it would be her. Commander Eastman also ordered Isaiah to take a closer look at those distortions that that he had found. She had a plausible theory, suggesting that they could in some way be responsible for the malfunctions that they had been reading recently. "Right away, Commander," he said as he turned his attention to his console and began examining a sample of the distortions with a bit more depth. His console chimed and his brow furrowed. He checked his readings again, because what he was seeing didn't make sense. "Commander, scans are showing elevated levels of neutrinos, ionized hydrogen, low levels of theta radiation and some quantum level fluctuations." As he looked up, he quickly assumed that the commander would prefer the abridged version of his findings. "All of the readings I mentioned are synonymous with wormholes. However, the erratic nature of these distortions would suggest such a phenomenon would be unstable in nature, and these readings are on a much smaller scale. Nowhere near the size of say the Barzan Wormhole in this region." He continued to study his readings, hoping his findings would put her at ease that the Mac had stumbled upon another wormhole and the headache that came with governments proclaiming ownership.
Tag: Judith Eastman , Joshua Niles (soft), Ozu Saya (soft) ********** [ 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?" [NPC - S'Riia - Brig, Deck 9, USS Mac] S'Riia hated guard duty, but it was a necessary evil. It was babysitting with force fields, but still a step up from babysitting some diplomatic dignitaries. A low growlish-groan left S'Riia's lips at the sound of the prisoners chatting about. Especially, the one that was asking for food. Surely, she had to know that this wasn't a luxury transport and that she was being returned to her government to be judiciously processed. Though, given how long they had eluded the authorities perhaps it was a new concept for her. She strode through the narrow corridor, until she stood in front of the field before her cell. "Your next meal has been scheduled," she replied evenly. "Presently there are no plans to deviate from that schedule. You'll just have to wait. Replicator or not." Hopefully, that would suffice, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't. Oh, how S'Riia hated guard duty.
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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 5, 2020 21:03:17 GMT
[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."
MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya had to turn her attention from the young tactical officer for a moment as one of her engineers reported in. She frowned slightly as he used the incorrect name to address her. It took a moment to wrack her memory and recall the Caitian's rank to reply. =/\= Acknowledged, Ensign. Double check all readings and maintenance logs. A potentially disastrous discrepancy was discovered in the aft torpedo bay. I do not want any repeats.
Also, it is possible that you have forgotten or were misinformed, but I am properly addressed as Chief Ozu. I follow Bajoran naming conventions. =/\= Saya signed off and returned her attention to Ensign Niles, whom Judy was now addressing. [...] Commander Eastman is, of course, correct. It is important to report and document any such encounters so that we have the means of fairly and accurately handling any issues.
And you also make a fair assessment. Unfortunately, there will always be those who will choose to take shortcuts or not do their work at all. I have had the same problems in reverse. As I was given greater authority, there were a few commissioned officers who felt they could either ignore orders I gave them because I was young and non-commissioned, or do sloppy, half-finished work because it was 'good enough'. Most came to realize that I know what I'm doing and don't wish to lord my authority over them. My engineers know that I respect them and expect only the same in return. There have only been a very few whom I had to request their transfers or enact disciplinary action. It was a long speech for Saya, but she felt it was important to encourage cooperation and understanding between commissioned and non-commissioned officers as much as possible, while acknowledging the difficulties that could be had on both sides. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] "Yes, ma'am," Isaiah said as soon as he received Commander Eastman's orders to send the data to her yeoman, Ensign Henriksen. If anyone could turn what may otherwise be a bunch of numbers and scientific drivel into a captivating presentation it was Mabel. It was only a few strokes along his panel before he was able to send the data to Mabel with a brief message of the Commander's wishes. Of course, if anyone could read the Commander's mind, it would be her. Commander Eastman also ordered Isaiah to take a closer look at those distortions that that he had found. She had a plausible theory, suggesting that they could in some way be responsible for the malfunctions that they had been reading recently. "Right away, Commander," he said as he turned his attention to his console and began examining a sample of the distortions with a bit more depth. His console chimed and his brow furrowed. He checked his readings again, because what he was seeing didn't make sense. "Commander, scans are showing elevated levels of neutrinos, ionized hydrogen, low levels of theta radiation and some quantum level fluctuations." As he looked up, he quickly assumed that the commander would prefer the abridged version of his findings. "All of the readings I mentioned are synonymous with wormholes. However, the erratic nature of these distortions would suggest such a phenomenon would be unstable in nature, and these readings are on a much smaller scale. Nowhere near the size of say the Barzan Wormhole in this region." He continued to study his readings, hoping his findings would put her at ease that the Mac had stumbled upon another wormhole and the headache that came with governments proclaiming ownership. [...] [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ] Between his conversation and what was going on around him, Niles had to split his focus, but it would seem that his immediate concern about the crowdsourcing the search for the Orunmila was being taken off his hands altogether. Well, he could only hope his name would come up where the due credit for the idea would be attributed, but if it wasn't, well, that would only be the reality of being a very junior officer on a very large ship in an even larger fleet. However, Commander Eastman did have something to say as to his predicament, and between she and the Master Chief, the Ensign was starting to have something of a course of action in mind. And, it would seem, formal paperwork would be in the offing. He had tried taking care of things unofficially and it hadn't worked? Well, it would seem that a disciplinary action report would be filed regarding a certain Petty Officer Jarvis, and there would be a need for him to remind the rest of the crew working that torpedo room of the standards expected by the Captain, and himself as her representative. Perhaps he should also schedule some drills for them, and have them see what a poorly-maintained bay could mean? That would also be worth bouncing off of the XO when he would send that report. "Ma'am, Master Chief, thank you for the advice. I will draw up a full report once I come off watch. In the meantime, Master Chief, thank you for having your people look over my... the torpedo bay." When he referred to the bay as his, Joshua had to stop himself. he knew nothing was truly his within that ship, let alone a duty station. However, it was part of his assigned duties, and he had every intention to do just what the Captain had specified: not just have things merely by the book but by the letter. And when it came to torpedoes, one didn't want to mess around; at best a malfunction would trip a pre-fire automated diagnostic and the overrides would engage and they would lose torpedo capability out of that arc until it could be repaired; at the worst, there would be a catastrophic torpedo failure and that would mean a kilo and a half of antimatter losing containment while inside the ship, and that would be bad. He would rather have been able to walk in and do his job without any pushback and deal with nothing but consummate professionals, but the real world wasn't like training, and he was bound to deal with some of those issues. Hopefully, now that he'd received valuable advice (which, frankly, he thought was the job of experienced personnel such as the senior officers and the Chief of the Boat to provide guidance to young officers as they found their feet in active operations) it would be dealt with and suitably settled sooner rather than later. Now, with that dealt with he could focus on Bridge-related matters, and he pulled up every scrap of data he could find about this region of space. No Federation ship had actually properly surveyed these environs before, and what they had was some information volunteered by locals, including some exceedingly crude charts that, if he didn't know better, had been compiled using sensors that would make those on board the original iteration of the NX-class look good. And there were some reports of various difficulties with travel at warp or even sublight in the area, but there were not details to work from. Which led the young Ensign to frown, before speaking up. "Ma'am, what we have is... very sparse. We, meaning Starfleet and the Federation, never really surveyed this area so there is nothing truly verifiable for us to work with. Civilian traffic reports speak of some unspecified travel difficulties in the area but no clear reports of any anomalies. The closest thing we have to a coherent chart is from the people of Calama IX, but they only achieved warp drive two years ago, and, well, they've made a venerable effort but they don't have the sensor technology or the foundational knowledge to provide anything resembling what we'd consider a clear picture. Sorry, Ma'am, there's just no more I can give you."That was the kind of answer no officer liked, no matter their rank or position for the simple reason that one couldn't make an informed decision about anything without accurate information. And, while Commander Eastman did come across as capable and experienced, Niles had the impression that she had an abundance of caution that made her, perhaps, not the best at snap decisions or dealing with the unexpected. "Though in the meantime, based on Lieutenant Quinn's findings, I would recommend bringing the shields up, maybe to five percent power, to back up the main deflector in case radiation levels spike."
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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 5, 2020 22:28:30 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya had to turn her attention from the young tactical officer for a moment as one of her engineers reported in. She frowned slightly as he used the incorrect name to address her. It took a moment to wrack her memory and recall the Caitian's rank to reply. =/\= Acknowledged, Ensign. Double check all readings and maintenance logs. A potentially disastrous discrepancy was discovered in the aft torpedo bay. I do not want any repeats.
Also, it is possible that you have forgotten or were misinformed, but I am properly addressed as Chief Ozu. I follow Bajoran naming conventions. =/\= Saya signed off and returned her attention to Ensign Niles, whom Judy was now addressing. Commander Eastman is, of course, correct. It is important to report and document any such encounters so that we have the means of fairly and accurately handling any issues.
And you also make a fair assessment. Unfortunately, there will always be those who will choose to take shortcuts or not do their work at all. I have had the same problems in reverse. As I was given greater authority, there were a few commissioned officers who felt they could either ignore orders I gave them because I was young and non-commissioned, or do sloppy, half-finished work because it was 'good enough'. Most came to realize that I know what I'm doing and don't wish to lord my authority over them. My engineers know that I respect them and expect only the same in return. There have only been a very few whom I had to request their transfers or enact disciplinary action. It was a long speech for Saya, but she felt it was important to encourage cooperation and understanding between commissioned and non-commissioned officers as much as possible, while acknowledging the difficulties that could be had on both sides.
Tag K'Dex , Joshua Niles and Judith Eastman [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] "Yes, ma'am," Isaiah said as soon as he received Commander Eastman's orders to send the data to her yeoman, Ensign Henriksen. If anyone could turn what may otherwise be a bunch of numbers and scientific drivel into a captivating presentation it was Mabel. It was only a few strokes along his panel before he was able to send the data to Mabel with a brief message of the Commander's wishes. Of course, if anyone could read the Commander's mind, it would be her. Commander Eastman also ordered Isaiah to take a closer look at those distortions that that he had found. She had a plausible theory, suggesting that they could in some way be responsible for the malfunctions that they had been reading recently. "Right away, Commander," he said as he turned his attention to his console and began examining a sample of the distortions with a bit more depth. His console chimed and his brow furrowed. He checked his readings again, because what he was seeing didn't make sense. "Commander, scans are showing elevated levels of neutrinos, ionized hydrogen, low levels of theta radiation and some quantum level fluctuations." As he looked up, he quickly assumed that the commander would prefer the abridged version of his findings. "All of the readings I mentioned are synonymous with wormholes. However, the erratic nature of these distortions would suggest such a phenomenon would be unstable in nature, and these readings are on a much smaller scale. Nowhere near the size of say the Barzan Wormhole in this region." He continued to study his readings, hoping his findings would put her at ease that the Mac had stumbled upon another wormhole and the headache that came with governments proclaiming ownership. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ] Between his conversation and what was going on around him, Niles had to split his focus, but it would seem that his immediate concern about the crowdsourcing the search for the Orunmila was being taken off his hands altogether. Well, he could only hope his name would come up where the due credit for the idea would be attributed, but if it wasn't, well, that would only be the reality of being a very junior officer on a very large ship in an even larger fleet. However, Commander Eastman did have something to say as to his predicament, and between she and the Master Chief, the Ensign was starting to have something of a course of action in mind. And, it would seem, formal paperwork would be in the offing. He had tried taking care of things unofficially and it hadn't worked? Well, it would seem that a disciplinary action report would be filed regarding a certain Petty Officer Jarvis, and there would be a need for him to remind the rest of the crew working that torpedo room of the standards expected by the Captain, and himself as her representative. Perhaps he should also schedule some drills for them, and have them see what a poorly-maintained bay could mean? That would also be worth bouncing off of the XO when he would send that report. "Ma'am, Master Chief, thank you for the advice. I will draw up a full report once I come off watch. In the meantime, Master Chief, thank you for having your people look over my... the torpedo bay." When he referred to the bay as his, Joshua had to stop himself. he knew nothing was truly his within that ship, let alone a duty station. However, it was part of his assigned duties, and he had every intention to do just what the Captain had specified: not just have things merely by the book but by the letter. And when it came to torpedoes, one didn't want to mess around; at best a malfunction would trip a pre-fire automated diagnostic and the overrides would engage and they would lose torpedo capability out of that arc until it could be repaired; at the worst, there would be a catastrophic torpedo failure and that would mean a kilo and a half of antimatter losing containment while inside the ship, and that would be bad. He would rather have been able to walk in and do his job without any pushback and deal with nothing but consummate professionals, but the real world wasn't like training, and he was bound to deal with some of those issues. Hopefully, now that he'd received valuable advice (which, frankly, he thought was the job of experienced personnel such as the senior officers and the Chief of the Boat to provide guidance to young officers as they found their feet in active operations) it would be dealt with and suitably settled sooner rather than later. Now, with that dealt with he could focus on Bridge-related matters, and he pulled up every scrap of data he could find about this region of space. No Federation ship had actually properly surveyed these environs before, and what they had was some information volunteered by locals, including some exceedingly crude charts that, if he didn't know better, had been compiled using sensors that would make those on board the original iteration of the NX-class look good. And there were some reports of various difficulties with travel at warp or even sublight in the area, but there were not details to work from. Which led the young Ensign to frown, before speaking up. "Ma'am, what we have is... very sparse. We, meaning Starfleet and the Federation, never really surveyed this area so there is nothing truly verifiable for us to work with. Civilian traffic reports speak of some unspecified travel difficulties in the area but no clear reports of any anomalies. The closest thing we have to a coherent chart is from the people of Calama IX, but they only achieved warp drive two years ago, and, well, they've made a venerable effort but they don't have the sensor technology or the foundational knowledge to provide anything resembling what we'd consider a clear picture. Sorry, Ma'am, there's just no more I can give you."That was the kind of answer no officer liked, no matter their rank or position for the simple reason that one couldn't make an informed decision about anything without accurate information. And, while Commander Eastman did come across as capable and experienced, Niles had the impression that she had an abundance of caution that made her, perhaps, not the best at snap decisions or dealing with the unexpected. "Though in the meantime, based on Lieutenant Quinn's findings, I would recommend bringing the shields up, maybe to five percent power, to back up the main deflector in case radiation levels spike."
Tags: Judith Eastman , Ozu Saya , Isaiah Quinn [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Bridge, USS Mac]Judy took note of the information as it was conveyed to her, from both sides. She didn't reach her present station by having a one-track mind. She considered the possibility that they had stumbled upon a wormhole, stable or unstable, and how she could act to make an encounter with a wormhole (or whatever anomaly) go smoothly. She processed rather quickly, her mind still quite sharp at over 60 years of age. "Since we don't know where it is, we can't really go around it or go straight towards it,," she said, having conceived and rejected the idea in her head. "Ensign Niles, good idea. Let's get the shields up at 5% power, and stand by to crank that up some more. Better safe than sorry."Judy didn't want to take too many unnecessary risks, and backing themselves up with the shields seemed prudent. She also didn't appreciate flying relatively blind. She turned towards the science console. "Lieutenant Quinn, I want you to run any scans that you think could help us know more. Where it is, how long it's been there, how stable it is, and so on," she directed. "Any resource you need, you got it."With that taken care of, the helm was next. "Helm, be prepared to take us back home, should the need arise," she ordered. Last but not least came Saya. "Chief, is there any part of the ship that we should be particularly worried about, beyond the torpedo bay?" she asked. "Anything that's been acting up?"Judy propped up one elbow on the XO seat, and listened for her subordinates' responses.
Tag Ozu Saya , Isaiah Quinn , Joshua Niles , Alex Graham
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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 6, 2020 11:05:36 GMT
[Mess Hall - Deck 2] If she wasn't in public or sat opposite someone, who she was only just starting to get to know, she would of made her usual appreciative noises whenever she was eating good food. However Thea reigned it in a little more and simply got on with enjoying her breakfast, glad that she had made the decision to come here, rather than using the replicator in her quarters. Looking up from her plate, as she reached for her smoothie, Thea smiled as Elijah acknowledged her non verbal greeting, before returning her attention to Datan. Although before she could say something to the Ensign, she was distracted by the sound of something not only spilling on the floor but also something breaking. Looking around, she soon found the source of the noises, as Melinda, the half Betazoid, Mess Hall Manager, rushed over to the clearly faulty replicator and placed a bucket underneath to catch any further liquid, whilst her assistant helped her to tidy up. Excusing herself for a moment, Thea then went over to the pair. " Melinda, I'll put a call into Engineering" she said as she approached and joined in with the clean up. " Thank you, Commander, I'm not sure what happened as it's been working fine"." Not to worry, they'll soon have it sorted".Melinda smiled, grateful for not only the call but also the extra pair of hands as they finished cleaning up the area the best they could, until Engineering got there. Thea then tapped her comm badge and put the call in, hoping this was just a one off, as the last thing they wanted was for systems to keep malfunctioning. =/\= Baker to Engineering, could you send someone to the Mess Hall asap as one of the replicator's has malfunctioned =/\= Call made and trying not to think about the last mission, where they had similar problems, Thea then returned to her table.
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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 6, 2020 21:13:51 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya dipped her head to Ensign Niles, acknowledging his thanks, before turning back to her station again. She listened to the reports from science and tactical, her brow furrowing slightly as her mind immediately began running through possible issues the ship might face that they would need to be able to handle quickly. When Judy asked about other maintenance issues, Saya took a moment before replying as some diagnostics were still running. I don’t belie- But she didn’t get to finish the sentence. With a longsuffering sigh, she leaned closer to her computer and tapped a few times to bring up the new alert she was seeing. Deck 9, Junction 17-Gamma. There’s a power relay emitting an odd signal. I can’t tell exactly what it’s doing from here. I’ll get someone down to check it out.=/\= Crewman Som, please report to power relay junction 17-Gamma on Deck 9. There are some odd readings causing a diagnostic alert. =/\=
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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 6, 2020 23:21:45 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Bridge] Saya had to turn her attention from the young tactical officer for a moment as one of her engineers reported in. She frowned slightly as he used the incorrect name to address her. It took a moment to wrack her memory and recall the Caitian's rank to reply. =/\= Acknowledged, Ensign. Double check all readings and maintenance logs. A potentially disastrous discrepancy was discovered in the aft torpedo bay. I do not want any repeats.
Also, it is possible that you have forgotten or were misinformed, but I am properly addressed as Chief Ozu. I follow Bajoran naming conventions. =/\= Saya signed off and returned her attention to Ensign Niles, whom Judy was now addressing. Commander Eastman is, of course, correct. It is important to report and document any such encounters so that we have the means of fairly and accurately handling any issues.
And you also make a fair assessment. Unfortunately, there will always be those who will choose to take shortcuts or not do their work at all. I have had the same problems in reverse. As I was given greater authority, there were a few commissioned officers who felt they could either ignore orders I gave them because I was young and non-commissioned, or do sloppy, half-finished work because it was 'good enough'. Most came to realize that I know what I'm doing and don't wish to lord my authority over them. My engineers know that I respect them and expect only the same in return. There have only been a very few whom I had to request their transfers or enact disciplinary action. It was a long speech for Saya, but she felt it was important to encourage cooperation and understanding between commissioned and non-commissioned officers as much as possible, while acknowledging the difficulties that could be had on both sides.
Tag K'Dex , Joshua Niles and Judith Eastman [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] "Yes, ma'am," Isaiah said as soon as he received Commander Eastman's orders to send the data to her yeoman, Ensign Henriksen. If anyone could turn what may otherwise be a bunch of numbers and scientific drivel into a captivating presentation it was Mabel. It was only a few strokes along his panel before he was able to send the data to Mabel with a brief message of the Commander's wishes. Of course, if anyone could read the Commander's mind, it would be her. Commander Eastman also ordered Isaiah to take a closer look at those distortions that that he had found. She had a plausible theory, suggesting that they could in some way be responsible for the malfunctions that they had been reading recently. "Right away, Commander," he said as he turned his attention to his console and began examining a sample of the distortions with a bit more depth. His console chimed and his brow furrowed. He checked his readings again, because what he was seeing didn't make sense. "Commander, scans are showing elevated levels of neutrinos, ionized hydrogen, low levels of theta radiation and some quantum level fluctuations." As he looked up, he quickly assumed that the commander would prefer the abridged version of his findings. "All of the readings I mentioned are synonymous with wormholes. However, the erratic nature of these distortions would suggest such a phenomenon would be unstable in nature, and these readings are on a much smaller scale. Nowhere near the size of say the Barzan Wormhole in this region." He continued to study his readings, hoping his findings would put her at ease that the Mac had stumbled upon another wormhole and the headache that came with governments proclaiming ownership. [ Ens Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ] Between his conversation and what was going on around him, Niles had to split his focus, but it would seem that his immediate concern about the crowdsourcing the search for the Orunmila was being taken off his hands altogether. Well, he could only hope his name would come up where the due credit for the idea would be attributed, but if it wasn't, well, that would only be the reality of being a very junior officer on a very large ship in an even larger fleet. However, Commander Eastman did have something to say as to his predicament, and between she and the Master Chief, the Ensign was starting to have something of a course of action in mind. And, it would seem, formal paperwork would be in the offing. He had tried taking care of things unofficially and it hadn't worked? Well, it would seem that a disciplinary action report would be filed regarding a certain Petty Officer Jarvis, and there would be a need for him to remind the rest of the crew working that torpedo room of the standards expected by the Captain, and himself as her representative. Perhaps he should also schedule some drills for them, and have them see what a poorly-maintained bay could mean? That would also be worth bouncing off of the XO when he would send that report. "Ma'am, Master Chief, thank you for the advice. I will draw up a full report once I come off watch. In the meantime, Master Chief, thank you for having your people look over my... the torpedo bay." When he referred to the bay as his, Joshua had to stop himself. he knew nothing was truly his within that ship, let alone a duty station. However, it was part of his assigned duties, and he had every intention to do just what the Captain had specified: not just have things merely by the book but by the letter. And when it came to torpedoes, one didn't want to mess around; at best a malfunction would trip a pre-fire automated diagnostic and the overrides would engage and they would lose torpedo capability out of that arc until it could be repaired; at the worst, there would be a catastrophic torpedo failure and that would mean a kilo and a half of antimatter losing containment while inside the ship, and that would be bad. He would rather have been able to walk in and do his job without any pushback and deal with nothing but consummate professionals, but the real world wasn't like training, and he was bound to deal with some of those issues. Hopefully, now that he'd received valuable advice (which, frankly, he thought was the job of experienced personnel such as the senior officers and the Chief of the Boat to provide guidance to young officers as they found their feet in active operations) it would be dealt with and suitably settled sooner rather than later. Now, with that dealt with he could focus on Bridge-related matters, and he pulled up every scrap of data he could find about this region of space. No Federation ship had actually properly surveyed these environs before, and what they had was some information volunteered by locals, including some exceedingly crude charts that, if he didn't know better, had been compiled using sensors that would make those on board the original iteration of the NX-class look good. And there were some reports of various difficulties with travel at warp or even sublight in the area, but there were not details to work from. Which led the young Ensign to frown, before speaking up. "Ma'am, what we have is... very sparse. We, meaning Starfleet and the Federation, never really surveyed this area so there is nothing truly verifiable for us to work with. Civilian traffic reports speak of some unspecified travel difficulties in the area but no clear reports of any anomalies. The closest thing we have to a coherent chart is from the people of Calama IX, but they only achieved warp drive two years ago, and, well, they've made a venerable effort but they don't have the sensor technology or the foundational knowledge to provide anything resembling what we'd consider a clear picture. Sorry, Ma'am, there's just no more I can give you."That was the kind of answer no officer liked, no matter their rank or position for the simple reason that one couldn't make an informed decision about anything without accurate information. And, while Commander Eastman did come across as capable and experienced, Niles had the impression that she had an abundance of caution that made her, perhaps, not the best at snap decisions or dealing with the unexpected. "Though in the meantime, based on Lieutenant Quinn's findings, I would recommend bringing the shields up, maybe to five percent power, to back up the main deflector in case radiation levels spike."
Tags: Judith Eastman , Ozu Saya , Isaiah Quinn [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Bridge, USS Mac]Judy took note of the information as it was conveyed to her, from both sides. She didn't reach her present station by having a one-track mind. She considered the possibility that they had stumbled upon a wormhole, stable or unstable, and how she could act to make an encounter with a wormhole (or whatever anomaly) go smoothly. She processed rather quickly, her mind still quite sharp at over 60 years of age. "Since we don't know where it is, we can't really go around it or go straight towards it,," she said, having conceived and rejected the idea in her head. "Ensign Niles, good idea. Let's get the shields up at 5% power, and stand by to crank that up some more. Better safe than sorry."Judy didn't want to take too many unnecessary risks, and backing themselves up with the shields seemed prudent. She also didn't appreciate flying relatively blind. She turned towards the science console. "Lieutenant Quinn, I want you to run any scans that you think could help us know more. Where it is, how long it's been there, how stable it is, and so on," she directed. "Any resource you need, you got it."With that taken care of, the helm was next. "Helm, be prepared to take us back home, should the need arise," she ordered. Last but not least came Saya. "Chief, is there any part of the ship that we should be particularly worried about, beyond the torpedo bay?" she asked. "Anything that's been acting up?"Judy propped up one elbow on the XO seat, and listened for her subordinates' responses.
Tag Ozu Saya , Isaiah Quinn , Joshua Niles , Alex Graham [USS MAC-bridge] “Understood commander” He was prepared to take them home if the situation ever called for it. The newest updates on the situation seemed to be concerning. If they didn’t know where it was from the information that was given then it was going to be next to impossible to navigate it without a clear picture. Maybe there could be a chance that there would be good news in a sense where there might be information that would get them closer to a clear picture. He was ready to imput the coordinates that would get them back home when the time called for it. Tag: Judith Eastman
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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 7, 2020 6:59:07 GMT
[Mess Hall - Deck 2] =/\= Baker to Engineering, could you send someone to the Mess Hall asap as one of the replicator's has malfunctioned =/\= Call made and trying not to think about the last mission, where they had similar problems, Thea then returned to her table.
tag K'Dex , soft tag Datan K'Dex took the open comm page, sure that the diagnostics could hold out for themselves for awhile. =/\= "On the Way."=/\= was the quick reply. K'Dex scooped up a small pouch of tools that he tried to keep near him when working, and made his way out of engineering. [Mess Hall - Deck 2] K'Dex came in, his eyes quickly darting around the room for the fault, as his tail flicked back and forth rather animatedly from his usual manner. His body always came a little bit more alive when he actually had a problem to solve. He struggled with trying to make or keep that excitement for the mundane. His eyes alighted on the Mess Hall Manager at one of the replicators, and bounded his way around the divider from kitchen to mess hall. "No no, we can't have replicators going wrong. Where else will I get my fish and treats?" He said in a surprisingly upbeat, teasing tone. He even stopped for a second to recognize his own strange happy energy, blinking a few times. "Lets take a look." He said, waving the poor Manager back from the replicator so that he could get his claws in along the front panel to remove it. It popped off into his paws, which he set down carefully, hooking the corner with one paw casually to lower it until it rested on the floor against the wall. He set down the pouch he had brought, and unrolled it on the floor, revealing the tools of his trade. He pawed a tricorder out of the slot it was in, flicking it open to scan.
Soft Tags Mess hall Thea Baker Fells Halgerdur Elijah Azaria
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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 7, 2020 12:49:01 GMT
[Deck 2 mess - Brody] "A study of human nature. Not my thing. I'm more into adventure or crime stories. Something from Earth."He was always interested in the heritage of his species. When he heard about Elijahs profession he instantly knew he respected him. "I have great respect for your profession."Compared to this smart hands on man, his own job was somewhat dry. "I'm a planetray geologist. I specialize in the use of minerals in construction technology. So stones...I know stones. Most people find that quite boring, I'm aware."An awkward smile tugged on his lips because not many people shared his passion. [Deck 2 - Mess Hall] Elijah smiled at Brody’s response. “ I have a few novels that cater to your interests, I could bring you a few tomorrow?” He wasn’t sure what the other man would think of him requesting another sitting, but he rather liked having his company - especially when books were a topic of conversation. It wasn’t unusual for Elijah to keep completely to himself, and he knew it was a shortcoming of his that he actively tried not to make friends. He inclined his head at Brody’s respect, though he was tempted to mention he’d yet done much to earn said respect beyond education - something he knew he’d rectify with every opportunity. He smiled too when the other man self-depreciated his own interest, finding his humble attitude becoming. “ My knowledge of geology is limited to Earth, I’m afraid, but I understand the profession has been invaluable for humanity. I wouldn’t be so rude as to proclaim another field or study is boring, simply because it’s not the path I took. I would be interested to hear about your work sometime.” He would say then and there but he was conscious he did have to leave for his shift soon. After he said as much, he noticed Chief Baker getting up from her table and heading towards a replicator, one he now realised was broken. He hoped nobody had sustained any burns due to the hot liquid. He wondered if he should offer his assistance but wasn’t sure what he would be able to do, beyond advising others to stand back but he felt that was common sense.
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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 7, 2020 18:22:52 GMT
"Ma'am, what we have is... very sparse. We, meaning Starfleet and the Federation, never really surveyed this area so there is nothing truly verifiable for us to work with. Civilian traffic reports speak of some unspecified travel difficulties in the area but no clear reports of any anomalies. The closest thing we have to a coherent chart is from the people of Calama IX, but they only achieved warp drive two years ago, and, well, they've made a venerable effort but they don't have the sensor technology or the foundational knowledge to provide anything resembling what we'd consider a clear picture. Sorry, Ma'am, there's just no more I can give you."That was the kind of answer no officer liked, no matter their rank or position for the simple reason that one couldn't make an informed decision about anything without accurate information. And, while Commander Eastman did come across as capable and experienced, Niles had the impression that she had an abundance of caution that made her, perhaps, not the best at snap decisions or dealing with the unexpected. "Though in the meantime, based on Lieutenant Quinn's findings, I would recommend bringing the shields up, maybe to five percent power, to back up the main deflector in case radiation levels spike." Judy took note of the information as it was conveyed to her, from both sides. She didn't reach her present station by having a one-track mind. She considered the possibility that they had stumbled upon a wormhole, stable or unstable, and how she could act to make an encounter with a wormhole (or whatever anomaly) go smoothly. She processed rather quickly, her mind still quite sharp at over 60 years of age. "Since we don't know where it is, we can't really go around it or go straight towards it,," she said, having conceived and rejected the idea in her head. "Ensign Niles, good idea. Let's get the shields up at 5% power, and stand by to crank that up some more. Better safe than sorry."Judy didn't want to take too many unnecessary risks, and backing themselves up with the shields seemed prudent. She also didn't appreciate flying relatively blind. She turned towards the science console. "Lieutenant Quinn, I want you to run any scans that you think could help us know more. Where it is, how long it's been there, how stable it is, and so on," she directed. "Any resource you need, you got it."With that taken care of, the helm was next. "Helm, be prepared to take us back home, should the need arise," she ordered. Last but not least came Saya. "Chief, is there any part of the ship that we should be particularly worried about, beyond the torpedo bay?" she asked. "Anything that's been acting up?"Judy propped up one elbow on the XO seat, and listened for her subordinates' responses. Saya dipped her head to Ensign Niles, acknowledging his thanks, before turning back to her station again. She listened to the reports from science and tactical, her brow furrowing slightly as her mind immediately began running through possible issues the ship might face that they would need to be able to handle quickly. When Judy asked about other maintenance issues, Saya took a moment before replying as some diagnostics were still running. I don’t belie- But she didn’t get to finish the sentence. With a longsuffering sigh, she leaned closer to her computer and tapped a few times to bring up the new alert she was seeing. Deck 9, Junction 17-Gamma. There’s a power relay emitting an odd signal. I can’t tell exactly what it’s doing from here. I’ll get someone down to check it out.=/\= Crewman Som, please report to power relay junction 17-Gamma on Deck 9. There are some odd readings causing a diagnostic alert. =/\= "Understood commander” He was prepared to take them home if the situation ever called for it. The newest updates on the situation seemed to be concerning. If they didn’t know where it was from the information that was given then it was going to be next to impossible to navigate it without a clear picture. Maybe there could be a chance that there would be good news in a sense where there might be information that would get them closer to a clear picture. He was ready to imput the coordinates that would get them back home when the time called for it. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Quinn listened as preventative measures were taken to preserve the safety of the ship. Ensign Niles had suggested bringing up the shields to help back up the main deflector. It was a sound precaution, but if they could avoid bumping into anything in the dark, he knew he'd prefer that. And as Commander Eastman asked him to continue his scans, to learn more about what was possibly out there. "Aye, Commander," Quinn replied. He wasted no time in attempting to do just that. Still, he wanted to be thorough and not miss anything. =/\= "Quinn to astrometrics. We're going to commence a Level 4 multiphasic scan. We'll start with the forward areas. Begin with grids 1 through 6. Record all data and forward your findings to me. The moment you come across any significant hazard within 400 kilometers of the ship, forward that information to the helm immediately." =/\= Quinn first looked towards Ensign Graham whom was at the helm. "Is that enough of a heads up, Mr. Graham?" Quinn then glanced in Eastman's direction, hoping he hadn't overstepped, but thought it was a plausible notion when it came to the safety of the ship. He proceeded to commence his own scans beginning with grid 7. The problem was that it would take some time. The fact that the systems seemed to be experiencing further malfunctions did little to appease his concern, despite Chief Ozu's diligence in addressing them as they arose. Essentially, completing these scans seemed to be a matter where getting it right was more preferable to simply getting it done. His eyes continued to analyze the readings as he proceeded to sweep through the area scan by scan, band by band, making note of any and all subspace echos, surges of radiation, whatever the scans turned up.
Tag: Judith Eastman , Joshua Niles (soft), Ozu Saya (soft), Alex Graham
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