After a five year tour of duty as Chief Engineer on board the U.S.S. Arizona in engineering, Captain Zero G. "Iaeger" Stone, as well as the entire crew of the Arizona, have returned to Earth Space Dock for R&R before being dispatched to the Borg Front. Shortly after disembarking from the Arizona however, Iaeger is paged to the Admiral's office.
*Enters Admiral's Office*
*The Admiral is sitting behind his desk, looking out a window to the Earth below*
Yes, Admiral?
*Admiral turns to face Iaeger*
It's my understanding that based on your record, you are qualified to serve as the commanding officer of a star ship, correct? And have previously served as the commanding officer on the Quantum Solstice and the Western Frontier before accepting the position as Chief Engineer of the Arizona?Yes, Sir. Correct on all accounts. If I may ask, what does this have to do with me, exactly?
*Admiral rises and walks over to window*
Captain, we need more officers who are experienced in command.
*motions for the engineer to come over next to him*
With all due respect, Admiral if I understand what you are saying, I don't wish to return to command. I'm better off as-
*Admiral looks up to lock eyes with the 7'6" engineer*
Captain, this isn't a matter of your wishes or wants. This is a matter of Starfleet needing you and others like you out on the front lines. We're transferring you to the Ten Forward-A as her commanding officer. She needs someone experienced with ships similar in size and type to her, and you're the best we have available.
*Iaeger begins to speak, but is cut off by the Admiral*
You have your orders, Captain. You're allowed a week to transfer your personal belongings from the Arizona over to the Ten Forward. I'll expect to see you this time next week on the bridge of the ten Forward. Her entire crew should have arrived by then.
Congratulations and Godspeed Captain Iaeger.
Dismissed.
*Iaeger exists the Admiral's Office, disappointed that he is unable to stay with the
Arizona, and heads back over to his former posting to begin tagging what items he has for transfer. After transporting his items over to the
Ten Forward, he wishes his friends and crew mates the best of luck on their future voyages and disembarks the
Arizona one final time and heads up to the Observation Deck to catch a glance of his new command*
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"Hello, Captain. My name is Alejandro Machiaveli, your OIC for navigation. I can do some pretty neat things the CPU would never conceive of. You need some tricky manuvers done, I'm your man. Pleased to meet you."
*whispers into combadge* Look, shovel them into the warp core if you have to, the Captain's here already! And get the hockey game postponed already! What? Yes, I'll take the hit if the Chief Engineer or the core specialist *****es!
*Ahem* Sorry about that Captain, just some minor difficulties. *Slowly pushes a tribble behind a chair out of sight with foot*
As such here was Lieutenant Commander Hawkwood. "And with few, if any major personality defects resulting from the class," she said to Narrator.
...
"Oh, sorry. Please continue," she said to a very confused Narrator.
Anyway, here was Lieutenant Commander Beth Hawkwood. She had degrees in multiple scientific fields and prides herself on being one of the finest human omnidisciplinary scientists of all time.
"Hello, Captain," she said to Captain Yeager with more then a hint of malice. The redshirted waiter who had been serving the assembled officers tossed his tray aside with a girly cry of terror and hid behind a chair.
"Too scary?" Beth asked. She stretched the sides of her mouth with her index fingers and smiled cheerily, "Hello, Captain."
The redshirt continued whimpering.
Beth paid him little heed. "I am Lieutenant Commander Elizabeth Danger Hawkwood, but please call me Beth. I am the chief science officer of this vessel. I have spent the last year teaching at Starfleet Academy, so I am eager to get back aboard a ship."
"Captain Iaeger, we're holding one of your new crewmen in our detention area. After last night's incident, you're going to have to come pick him up in person."
Lt.Commander T'rek had seen Tribbles before, but the Tribble that was blocking the entry tube onto the U.S.S Ten Forward was somewhat "Tribbleing" to the Chief Tribble Breeder.
"I must say that this one needs some minimizer fluid."
*Takes out a syringe of somewhat greenish fluid out of his med kit and injects the Tribble with it.*
"That should do it."
A Redshirt Passes by.
"Um, you might want to be aware th-"
The Tribble explodes produceing hundreds of little Tribbles, falling upon the Security officer.
"Oh dear, um, where have I seen that before..."
Thinking about what to do with the Tribbles later, T'rek boards the ship and gets to the bridge, hopeing the captain was in the ready room, T'rek presses the door chime and waits for the captain's reply.
"Very sure. I dissected it myself. Partly out of interest in the creature and partly to recover Lt. Commander Thrren. I then put it back together and preserved it as a conversation piece for the captain," Beth said, calmly drinking her tea, "Sadly, he did not like my gift and had it ejected into space at the first opportunity."
Startled, the Captain flattened against the bulkhead with out thinking just in time to see a squad of security personnel go sprinting by as if their butts were on fire and their hair was catching.
The last officer slowed as he approached, halted and saluted.
"Lieutenant David Lee, sir. Ship's advanced hand-to-hand instructor. But, please, call me Axio."
Captain Stone gave the officer a once over. Compared to his C.O., Axio was diminutive, only 5'10" in height with a squat, stocky frame that looked as if it were as wide as it was tall. A thick beard and mustache that wouldn't be out of place on an Amish farmer obscured a round face with blue eyes that twinkled with humor. He was young, the Captain saw, maybe mid-30's, too young, really, to have deserved the evident balding head of auburn hair.
Strangely, he wore something across his back, something that Captain Stone belatedly realized was a sword of some type.
"I'd stay longer, sir, but these new people..." Axio shook his head. "Gotta get 'em trained up, in case we need them. By your leave, sir."
The captain nodded his assent and Axio began jogging away.
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Axio jogged into the compartment that served as one of the ship's combat training areas and stopped. Sweat beaded across his forehead as he surveyed the panting and gasping crewmen that had come in before him.
"Okay, not bad. " He glanced at the ship's clock mounted on the wall. " Tompson, lead them in a warm-down, then everybody, et cleaned up and dismiss."
The Lieutenant paused, glared at a Bolian in the front row. "Exept you, Cobin. You failed the last proficiency test."
Axio's grin had more than a little malice in it as he casually reached over his shoulder and smoothly drew the longsword slung across his back. "Remedial class is in."
. o O ( I am a qualified Starfleet Medical Officer, I am a fascinating lifeform, and Great Bird of the Galaxy people sometimes like me.)
He quickly ignored the murderous impulses that raced across his mind. Sure he was genetically designed to be evil by some ancient precursor race. Yes there had been accidents at the lab when he was young, but these were misunderstandings.
Archie just didn't understand how easily mashed to bits humans were.
He'd proven himself time and time again for the job of Chief Medical Officer. He'd developed countless procedures and successfully performed surgeries on many patients. They were of course sedated prior to the surgery. Unfortunately for Archie most insisted on meeting the doctor. And most froze when they saw him. Virtually none of them stuck around to talk to him after.
There had been controversy surrounding his acceptance to the crew roster, but the man who had found and raised him was now a Starfleet Admiral. Admiral Archibald Palpatine looked nothing like a similiarly named character from science fiction. While he did have a lot of influence among Federation brass, he most definately did not have mystical powers. Dr. Archie owed his life and his place on this ship to the man who had discovered the embryonic Archie. When found he was in a temporal suspention field at some now destroyed percursor facility.
He stopped himself and headed out into the hall to be "social" and "interact" with his fellow starfleet officers. He made his way to the lounge with some trepidation. Though one of his three brains was visualizing him conducting a massacre on everyone he saw, the other two were keeping it in check. He practiced another mental exercise as he slithered towards the lounge.
. o O ( I'm not an evil monster, I'm not an evil monster...)
Thankfully the transporter chief on the MoonFrye beamed me and my stuff right to my new quarters during their brief stop in Sector 001. This will be my first post since being reclaimed from the Cube during a salvage operation well over a year ago. After months of debriefings and rediscovering who I am, I'm glad StarFleet decided to reinstate my commission. It has been a long journey back to Earth from the other side of the Alpha Quadrant. Unpacking can wait until my shift is over. For now, I think I'm going to take a quick tour of the ship while on my way to the bridge. End recording!
*exits quarters*
Archie heard the shout and saw Commander BoredZero pointing at him and decided to try to appear casual at the bar. As he ordered his drink his voice sounded kinda like a werewolf's claws being drawn across a chalk board.
"Uh..gee willickers barkeep, I sure could go for a tall glass of hydrocloric acid." he said trying to sound harmless.
He nodded then spoke to the gigantic tribble monster that had rolled up to the bar next to him.
"Is this your first assignment aboard a starship?"
As for the ship, her recently upgraded systems after last month's visit to Utopia Planetia have still to be tested thoroughly. I shall be looking forward to what happens next. Ensign Romans out.
She approached the one with the giant pincers and whipped out her tricorder and began scanning him. "Oh you are just a perfect killing machine aren't you?" she said to it.
While this may seem odd that the commander has yelled "monster when seeing the large Tribble that ate soma grain that it found on the carpet out in the hall that came along with me, I was taken off guard by seeing other "monsters" that were staying away from the rest of the crew, probably to not risk maiming, or worse, killing the other crewmembers in the bar with them.
My guess is that I needed to make some alternatives to the Tribbles that I had beamed aboard my Breeding area (Cargo bay 2), which is next door to my own quarters, and feed them less foodgrain.
End Log...
The words and maniacal laughter flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
"Indeed I am! Bwahahahahahahaha hah...uh...oh. I mean, yes biologically I am."
There was something about the way Commander Hawkwood looked at him that at first he couldn't quite put a tentacle on. Then he figured it out. It was the direct opposite of the look most humans gave him. He found himself liking it. He lowered his voice and leaned in a bit.
"When I was just 2 years old I tried to play with one of the lab assistants and accidentally tore his head off."
He would have smiled as he said it, but then he realized how bad that sounded.
I felt terrible about it." he added quickly
. o O ( No you didn't Arch. Quiet YOU!)
"Uh anyway, I'm Dr. Archie, though you can just call me Archie. If my memory serves me and it always does, according to the crew roster you're Commander Hawkwood?"
He popped open the maintenance panel as one of his colleagues walks up.
"Hey Krent, when do you check your subspace messages?"
"Bah, there ain't nuthin interessin come to me no more." Krent says as he begins to pull charred tribbles out of the compartment.
"You were supposed to report to duty today on your new posting on the USS Ten Forward...-A."
"Well why din'cha say so! Golly, thay built another one? I wunder if Ol' Hazard is still commanding. I better git going then. Hey, kin I take the Caprica?"
"Yes, get that red monstrosity out of here, it was reported destroyed along with the original USS Ten Forward anyway."
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A familiar red shuttle craft is on approach to the new USS Ten Forward.
"This is Shuttle Caprica, requesting clearance to embark."
Without waiting for a reply Krent buzzes into the shuttle bay dodging the other craft and cargo containers loading supplies onto the ship, "Shorry, I'm in ahurry." He plops the shuttle down and skids a few feet into a crate marked "fragile", "'Fra-gee-lay', das French fur 'throw underhand' in'it?"
Working his way out of the shuttle bay ignoring the angry shouts of the deck workers, he finds his superior to report in, "Greetins pardner. ooh hold on fer one fangled second." He takes his com badge off and switches the Universal Translator from "hick" to "normal". "There, that is much better. Kieth Andrews Reporting for duty!"
*krent looks a little sheepish*
'You'll have come by shuttle I presume, so no doubt you'll have seen us unloading our new supplies? Right...'
*Roman presses a few buttons on his PADD*
'Ahh yes! You've been assigned qaurters on 'D' deck, section 7. Your first shift starts in about....18 hours, so allow me to give you a quick tour? *krent nods, eager not to admit to the shuttle incident in the shuttle bay*
'There's a compliment of 103 crew coming aboard to replace those who've transferred to other vessels....or....*Roman goes a little pale*....dead.
This. Was. Wonderful. Such a perfect creature of death. And to be a doctor it obviously had to some glimmer of intelligence and the ability to finely manipulate tools. She would have to study this creature. Perhaps she could make more. Improve uon the design. Make them more...controllable...or at receptive to her will...
NO! Not yet. It was too soon. If she started crafting her army of abominations to CONQUER the GALAXY now the small minded fools that were the crew would see her as a mad scientist instead of the visionary she was.
"Of course it was...accidental," Lieutenant Commander Hawkwood said, "And I am Lieutenant Commander Hawkwood, but call me Beth. I am very much looking forward to working with you."
"By the way...out of scientific curiosity, how well does your kind react to vivisection?" Beth asked.
For a moment at the word vivisection Archie envisioned impaling Hawkwood with one of his tentacles and then tearing her in two. Then he decided to answer in a manner more appropriate to his post.
"As long as its post mortem I won't object. Just make sure its post mortem or I don't know what I might do to you."
"Oh and you might want to avoid standard medical tools as they can't cut through my exoskeleton. When my father wanted to give me an injection he used a laser drill just to bore a hole through, then he stuck in the needle. Also, my blood is a highly concentrated acid that will burn your face off if you're not careful. Other than that, once I'm dead this bods all yours baby."
The last comment struck Archie as odd. He'd never called anyone 'baby' before. He assumed he must be watching too many 20th century programs.
Using his front tentacle he took a sip of his drink and continued trying to look harmless.
Alejandro had spent hours memorizing the ship schematics in case he ever wanted to sneak back to the nav. console during gamma shift. He took one of the three Jefferies tube routes he had planned, and found the Bridge to be... deserted. He dared not touch anything to power up the ship, or the main viewscreen. However, he did power up the navigational console, and brought up external cameras of the ship. She didn't look like much, but she still looked like she could handle some of Alejandro's manuvers. The last ship he tried an inverterd 480-degree turn on snapped in half. Fortunately, Alejandro's station was right next to an escape pod on that ship. Alejandro went over the ship's loadout. As soon as it came up, Alejandro gaped with amazement. The warp core was one of the most advanced an efficient in the fleet, and the engines weren't too shaby either. The sheilds were pretty standard, but the weapon loadout was quite a spectacle- plenty of phaser banks, which had less of a targeting arc, but packed quite a bit more punch than conventional phaser arrays, a few cannons, turrets, and 3 torpedo tubes.
Alejandro made a mental note to self that if- no no no, he WOULD survive this- WHEN he got back, and got the captain to reccomend him, to have the starfleet techs building his ship to put these kind of systems in.
Alejandro didn't feel like going to the mess, so he took his turbolift down one deck, where the quarters of the OIC's were, went to his room, set up his stuff (including a sizeable collection of pre-laser and phaser technology armaments- mostly swords), booted up his computer, and loaded some combat sims.
"Let's see... what programs are in the station computer? TRON, Cortana, Andromeda, .... AHA! This one looks good!"
He loads up the program EDIOH from a research database, giving it free reign over the starbase systems and all docked vessels.
"EDIOH! You have to help me get out of here! They've forgotten about meeeeee!!!!" <_____>
Suddenly a voice speaks out near Toucan.
"I'm here"
It was Ensign Dan Glure Undieless. ECM (expendable crew member)
"Whats the problemo man? I can help ya. Hey, wanna smoke a bowl with me man? Like there's nothing to do here man."
What the hell?! Was someone up here? Oh well, all of the PADD's are layed out for our initial briefing once the Captain officially assembles the crew.
*turns off Nav console and enters the TurboLift*
Deck 3, Section 5.
*TurboLift doors open*
I think I lucked out with my quarters literally being the first door on the left from the TurboLift. Unpacking time!
Fortunately, the Captain's combadge was working, as Alejandro got a clear answer when he called up the Captain.
"Sir? This is Alejandro, your Nav. officer. Computer is saying that the EDIOH is trying to open the cells in the detention block. I'll see if I can alert the crew."
Alejandro looked back to his computer screen to see that for some reason, the Naviconsole was turned off. Alejandro grumbled, grabbed his Phaser, and ran out the door... headlong into another crewman.
"OW!! Watch where you're going. Nevermind, just grab your phaser and follow me- there's a breach in the detention block."
Pathway integrity: Ok
Cycle Check: 36,000 THz
Emitter Status1: Ok
Emitter Status2: Ok
Emitter Status2: Ok
Emitter Status3: Ok
Emitter Status4: Ok
Emitter Status5: Ok
Emitter Mobile1: Offline
Location check: . . . .
longitude: 179° 56′ 39.4″
latitude: +0° 2′ 46.2″
distance: 25,900 light years
Emitter 1 Activated
*A small blue figure appears on a console as a turbo lift door glides shut*
Is there somewhere else you would rather be? *crickets*
Hello? Somebody have the bridge? *Com panel flickers showing a detention cell's occupant*
"EDIOH! You have to help me get out of here! They've forgotten about meeeeee!!!!" <_____> *The prisoner pleaded*
Oh hello Mr Jailbird,How exactly do you know my name? :eek: *covering up*
Hey get your fingers off my files!
Computer: Incoming priority one message from StarFleet on a secure frequency, audio only. This communication will not be logged!
Patch it through.
Admiral: Are you all settle Commander?
Getting there sir!
Admiral: Very good!
I have been very discrete about my presence so far sir. Can you give me a bit more information on my purpose here?
Admiral: No! All you need to remember is that Article 14, Section 31 makes allowances for bending the Prime Directive during times of extraordinary threats. This is why your previous ship allowed to be assimilated by the Borg and why most of those officers were recovered. This is why you are assigned to this crew and why this crew in particular was brought together. You are the lone Section 31 operative on board but we may need to plant more as we continually reassess the threat at hand. Don't over do the discreteness either! You don't want to appear suspicious. StarFleet out!
"..... You DO realize that I overheard all of that, right? Don't worry, though. I study a lot of history. Those are the atrocities of war, I guess. Just... next time, don't acess a priority one transmission when you're standing right next to someone. Incidentally, do you want any help unpacking? I've heard that the rest of the crew is pretty crazy, so I'm hoping to find a friend among the sane people while I'm on my tour of duty here. My name's Alejandro. Nice to meet you."