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#1 Capt Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 22003.07 @ 02:15 (02:15 AM)

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#2 Ens Art d'Tor'an {Murphy}

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Posted Star Date 22205.10 @ 17:25 (05:25 PM)

==Cargo Bay 1==
 
 
On the Bridge, with crimes against sentient beings and nature, sat Captain Braggins. It hadn’t been ideal, and Art had to place herself between the High Regent and her Captain, and in the end, she and Jensen had escorted the J’Sharian off the Bridge to be with his people. Hospital ships and cleanup crews had been called to the area, not the least of which had been a diplomatic team, to try and fix what Braggins had broken. “Blown up” was the more accurate term, but things on the Philly had been fairly demeure since backup had arrived. USS Phlox and USS Scott had terraforming capabilities, Art had heard, and Ambassadors were speaking with the High Regent about his planet. 
 
For the most part, Philly crew had kept their heads down. They had been due for personnel changes, and accepted them with ease, and any room rotations were done quietly as well. The Tholians were gone, at least, which did put Art at ease. In her mind, she had assumed the Tholians would have fired on the Philadelphia the second the Federation ship murdered the Crystalline Entity. 
 
Murder. That’s what they had done. ”The needs of the many” as the Vulcans say, and that had clearly been the reasoning Braggins had to use. One life, pitted against billions? It wasn’t a debate. It still felt wrong, though. 
 
And that’s how Artie found herself in the make-shift gym for probably the thousandth time in however-many weeks. She knew she’d have to vacate Cargo Bay 1 soon, though the term “soon” was relative. The supplies for Jateran were mostly being ferried by the Phlox and Scott, with the Philly being used as a temporary holding area. She was safe, though - no one dared mess with an angry Klingon taking her emotions out on a punching bag. She had a sneaking suspicion that K'ehley had been using the gym, too, though their paths had never crossed. 
 
“Recall to Narendra,” someone said to her, in passing. It was how Security communicated these days: fragments of sentences, the shorter, the sweeter. Home to both Starfleet and Klingon personnel, it should have comforted Art. As it were, she did have a bright spot to look forward to: Narendra was known for its grub. 
 
“Good Wistan gagh,” she commented back, after about ten minutes of silence. They might all get court martialed, but at least there’d be good food.


#3 LCdr Maggie Murphy

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Posted Star Date 22205.24 @ 17:41 (05:41 PM)

==Cargo Bay 2==

>> Bridge >>

 
 
There was a standard equipment replicator right when you walked into Cargo Bay 2, and luckily for Maggie, activity seemed to be minimal. Activity between the three ships and the planet appeared to be slowing down, at least as far as using the Philadelphia as a go-between went. Replicating a PADD, and bringing up her department roster, Maggie glared at them until they formed a line of formation. 
 
“Working as a skeleton crew,” she said firmly, “Does not mean everyone can have an impromptu meeting on the Bridge. The Bridge is no place for a ‘meet cute.’ Understand?”
 
Whether or not they verbally responded was not of any concern. 
 
“But since you all seem to want to get to know each other, we’ll have this Department Meeting.” She stressed the words ‘department’ and ‘meeting,’ and brought up all their personnel files. “Balfour, Scott. Where are you from, Scott?”
 
“Luna Colony, ma’am.” The man responded, just barely hiding a stammer. “Born and raised.”
 
“Bernie, Rouse? Or do you prefer Rouse, Bernie? Sometimes Starfleet messes up the ordering of Bajoran names.”
 
When she had answered, Maggie moved on, having saved the last person for last on purpose. 
 
“Black… Mazikeen. But you’re going by Teresa now.” She asked her no more questions, gave her no more prompts, simply looked at her, expecting the woman to say whatever it was Maggie expected her to say. 
 
 
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#4 Lt Theresa M. Black

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Posted Star Date 22205.24 @ 18:36 (06:36 PM)

>> Bridge >>

 

The group followed 'mother' into the cargo bay where the Commander replicated a PADD, and began addressing them.

 

“Working as a skeleton crew,” She began sternly, like a school mistress. “Does not mean everyone can have an impromptu meeting on the Bridge. The Bridge is no place for a ‘meet cute.’ Understand?”

 

Maz did not understand. She had no idea what a 'meet cute' was, and given the clipped nature of the comment, she had no intention of asking as it was likely to result in a reprimand in front of the non-coms.

 

“But since you all seem to want to get to know each other,” Continued the woman tapping away on her PADD, “we’ll have this Department Meeting. Balfour, Scott. Where are you from, Scott?”

 

“Luna Colony, ma’am. Born and raised.” He replied almost stuttering.

 

Maz had already gleaned this information early on in their conversation on the bridge. And without attempting to make him soil himself in the process.

 

That seemed to sate Murphy for a few seconds as she turned her attention to Rouse.

 

“Bernie, Rouse? Or do you prefer Rouse, Bernie? Sometimes Starfleet messes up the ordering of Bajoran names.”

 

“Rouse is my family name, Ma'am.” Replied the Petty Officer. “Rouse Bernie. I'm from the Musilla Province.”

 

Then, she turned to look at Maz.

 

“Black… Mazikeen. But you’re going by Teresa now.”

 

And there it was. The one thing she hadn't intended to advertise. He given name. Her expression remained blank, but it was obvious that she had gone somewhat more blushed as she took in a deep breath through her nose.

 

“Yes.” She replied as she kept her voice measured. “I'm from,” She hated the place. “Earth.”

 

And that's where she ended it. Remaining at attention.

 

 

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#5 LCdr Maggie Murphy

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Posted Star Date 22205.27 @ 15:48 (03:48 PM)

“Rouse is my family name, Ma'am.” The Bajoran replied, Maggie immediately making a note of it in the roster. Getting people’s naming preferences down was something of importance to her; no need to make someone feel bad just because you didn’t understand their naming conventions. “Rouse Bernie. I'm from the Musilla Province.” Maggie nodded in understanding, making a note of that also - and making a personal, mental note to look up where the heck that was on Bajor. 
 
Black had gone sort of rose-colored when Maggie spoke her full name. What had she expected, for her name on record to remain a secret? Even on larger ships, rumors spread; it wasn’t as if this tiny ship was going to be able to hide many secrets. 
 
“Yes,” Black answered, her tone neutral. “I’m from… Earth.” 
 
There was a long moment of just silence, clearly awkward, as Theresa made it clear she was done volunteering information. Maggie clenched her jaw, wondering just what she was supposed to do now with this impromptu department briefing. There hadn’t been much to ‘brief’ on, considering the Captain hadn’t even had a chance to speak with her department heads yet, and her enlisted probably knew more about what was going on than she did. 
 
“Ok. Great.” She pretended to look something up on the PADD before continuing. “Well, considering there’s only four of us, shift rotation is going to look a lot different than on any other ship. Ideally, we’ll be one one, three off, and there should be no reason that all four of us would be in any one location at once. Especially the Bridge. I’ll talk to the Captain later about who she wants populating her Bridge, taking into account that right now, there’s not even a need for someone to be at the helm… who knows how long we’ll be orbiting this planet. Orbiting does not take skill, it takes one person on the Bridge to press the “auto-pilot” button, and we can probably find a better use of our time.
 
For now, whoever was assigned to the Bridge, finish out your shift, and then I’ll relieve you of duty. As for the other two, I suggest you go to your quarters and sleep, or go eat, or go do whatever enjoyable things are allowed on this ship.”
 
There was clear disdain in her voice, which she had heard creeping in, and had obviously lost control over. Now that her child was A, mostly weaned, and B, back on Starbase Bravo, Maggie was in the clear to start drinking again. She might have to start doing that just to keep her attitude under control. 
 
“All right, dismissed.” She spoke, her words punctuated by the slight dimming of lights in the Cargo Bay. A yellow light shone from the emergency light systems, not pulsing, but obvious all the same. She allowed herself a sigh, looking to the officer who indicated they had been on Bridge duty when she pulled them all. “I guess I’ll follow you to the Bridge.” 
 
 
>> Bridge with… was it Balfour? I thought it was Rouse on duty until I just read posts back, so if you want to post on the Bridge, we’ll just play it that way. >>


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Posted Star Date 22205.27 @ 17:16 (05:16 PM)

As the Commander finished her impromptu briefing. Brief being the operative word. The yellow alert klaxon sounded along with the yellow glow on the ships mood lighting.

 

Murphy had already asked who was supposed to be manning the bridge. Balfour had put his hand up. Rouse then confirmed that she had only been there to give him a hand despite she was meant to be on her down time.

 

Maz managed to suppress a snigger when Murphy had said; 'it takes one person on the Bridge to press the “auto-pilot” button.'

 

Yeah, and who presses the button when I break your fingers? She briefly thought at the same time.

 

To be honest, when the alarm went off, Black half expected Murphy to change her mind and order them all to stations regardless. But when she said, “All right, dismissed. I guess I’ll follow you to the Bridge.” referring to Balfour, Maz looked at Rouse who had a similar look on her face.

 

Okay then...

 

As the CTO and Scott moved off, up to the bridge, Maz looked over to Rouse. “Tea break?”

 

I, guess so?” Replied the Bajoran.

 

 

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Posted Star Date 22208.14 @ 13:36 (01:36 PM)

<<security office/brig<<

The horizontal turbolift took Vaebn almost right up to cargo bay 1. On the upper level of the cargo bay he started softly calling out: “Ballantine…Ballantine…?”

A timid little voice responded from amongst the clutter of cargo cages. Vaebn cautiously nudged his way through a rather considerable cache until he happened upon the cage his pet feline was still being kept in.

The cat was safely tucked away in a small holding cage on one of the lower shelves. The feline maintained a deceptively calm Bast-like pose, but the nervous twitch at the end of its tail was a telltale giveaway belying inner anxiety in response to unfamiliar surroundings. The narrow iris slits widened conspicuously the instant it saw Vaebn.

“Hey there, boy. Easy now. Daddy's here,” Vaebn tried to calm the cat in a hoarse whisper. He wanted to avoid the presence of a cat on a Federation starship turning into somewhat of a “culture shock" for the crew, not yet knowing how some of them might respond to its presence.

Vaebn squatted next to the cage, poking his index finger at the cat. Ballantine broke the pose, arching its back gracefully to Donatra's touch, reciprocating with an audible purr.

“Don't fret, boy,” Vaebn comforted. I'll have you out of this cage just as soon as I've had a chance to speak to the Chief about our quarters and…”

A high-pitched grunt distracted Mid Donatra. He stood up and tilted his head. Several more grunts coaxed him to the railing on the top level walkway from where he had an uninterrupted view of the lower levels, one corner of which had been turned into a makeshift gym.

A female Klingon was having it out with a punching bag in the makeshift gym. Vaebn recognized her as Ensign Art d'Tor'an, a fellow security officer. She seemed upset about something.

It was never a good idea getting under the proverbial bonnet of an irate Klingon – male or female. But Vaebn was used to working his way around bad ideas.

“It's been said any exercise is better than no exercise at all, Ensign,” Vaebn interjected. “Problem is, punching bags don't hit back. Up for some intelligent sparring, perhaps?”

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