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September 7th, 2009


headinoortcloud
02:40 pm - Is there a word for fear of engineers?
Effie was distraught. Her precious sensor array was....hiccuping. Her beautiful, beautiful maps were being ruined.

She was scared that if she simply contacted Engineering, it would be the Tellarite.

"...Barclay to Prescott?"

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July 25th, 2009


headinoortcloud
10:24 am - A working lunch. (for Commander Kor)
Effie had sat down to a plate of hot gallimachas and a datapad apparently begging for her scientific speculation between bouts of eating.

"Despite the shortage of surviving sensor data," she tells herself in quiet, lilting, absent-minded tones, tapping the keys of the datapad without even looking at them, "The sort of ionization that small emissions nebulae and similar phenomena would be capable of can be almost immediately excluded as a cause of the accident due to the apparently homogenous coloration of the gases.  Undoubtedly, any conclusions drawn based on the cloud's appearance are rendered problematic both by scale and the possible predominance of interstellar dust, but...."  She trailed off as she noticed she still had a plate of food, didn't she? Time for more eating!

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June 29th, 2009


hfehan
11:19 pm - Underway
A voice comes from over the ship's coms.

"All crewmen, we have an hour before leaving drydock. All senior officers report to the observation room." There's a pause. "That does include Engineering."

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June 28th, 2009


headinoortcloud
03:35 pm
Lt. Effie Barclay walked slowly through the corridor carrying a small stack of boxes containing various sample-extraction supplies, looking for an easily-accessible storage area to put them in and contemplating all the sorts of things she'd might well be putting in them in the near future. Where she was going was about six steps down on the concentration list.

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June 20th, 2009


teera_dok
01:36 am
Ensign Teera D'ok seldom has a good day, and that's fine by her. Two weeks out of the Academy, and still sporting a shiner from that last fight.  She refused to head to Sickbay for something so trivial. Where she came from, it would have meant some well-meaning lecture about her "place" if she went to a standard med center and the other option...they typically didn't have a lot of anything, so you ended up sucking it up unless something was broken. 

But, damn...did it feel good to wipe that smirk off that guy's face.

Only things she had to her name was a rucksack of clothing, her cherry-red Fender bass guitar, and her diploma. Her only request for assignment? Get as far away from Trill as possible.

As she checks her closet-sized cartography lab and communications analysis equipment, she cracks a wide grin.

Looks like I got my wish.
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June 19th, 2009


works_miracles
02:59 am - At Home
Min was in the place she felt most at home. Engineering. She never felt comfortable anywhere else since she was young and tagging along behind her father as he worked. The majority of her life so far had been spent aboard ships, they were home to her not planets.

She couldn’t wait to get aboard the ship and get to work. Time waiting on the station had been torture and once she was on board she immediately started working. Her belongings, which weren’t much, were tossed in the office and she set about looking things over. Engines were inspected, diagnostics ran and settings checked. She knew the ship was in fine running condition, but an inspection was called for.

Days spent traveling had given her time to read over all of the technical specs and plans and she knew the ship like the back of her hand even before stepping a foot on board. Now that she was on board she HAD to look everything over. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she did. After the inspection then she could tackle the very long list of things that needed to be done.

She smiled as she went about her work.

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triplethreat
02:13 am - Last Minute Preparation
The holodeck "bridge" was mostly silent other than the sparse, rhythmic pings from the subspace sensors. T'Pari sits at the Helm console, watching her readings and trying desperately to remember everything she learned about piloting. It wasn't much.

She had warp control more or less under control. She was most concerned about taking the ship out of dock at the space station. And that is what she had been simulating, several times, for the last hour. So far, there have been no problems, but she just wanted to make sure...
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June 17th, 2009


no_drfeelgood
12:09 pm - The Doctor is in
Vaal hummed to herself as she moved to and fro in Sickbay, checking hyposprays and other medical instruments. It was busywork but Vaal liked busywork, especially if it took her mind off of where they were going. Even an optimistic Bolian like her could get worried.

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June 15th, 2009


triplethreat
04:23 pm - Oh Captain, my captain.

Where could the Captain be? This is really not good, I need to find her before the ship leaves...

A slightly agitated looking Vulcan walks quickly down the more populated corridors of the space station, occasionally stopping to ask if anyone had seen the captain of the USS Anubis recently. Finally, someone was able to give some helpful information, and she made her way to the ship itself.

When she manages to prove her identity to the security and assure them it was only a quick visit, she is allowed on board.  She finds a computer station and pushes a few keys. "Computer, locate the Captain."  

This had better work...
Current Mood: [mood icon] confused

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June 14th, 2009


qeylis_mindu
12:32 am - Forged in Flame - the beginning
For a Klingon vessel, the mood aboard the Crossed Swords was light, the real difficulty was not morale, but convincing the crew to wait until they reached leave to begin the celebration. Already, eighteen crew members had been injured - the young and enthusiastic sometimes celebrated as hard as they fought. Captain Kouros could hardly blame them. They had met with almost nothing but success since the first mate came aboard. Despite the rumors and suggestions of religious fervor, Kri'stak had this way of inspiring the young, honorable and impressionable. It wasn't so much that they were meeting with extraordinary successes - they had no worthy enemies to fight, the Romulans were hiding in their holes, Starfleet was an ally, and the council's infighting was in the political arena. It was more a matter of the, even for Klingons, fervor with which they went about succeeding at their normal duties.

His contacts in House Duras would not be pleased.
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June 13th, 2009


andorian_blues
06:35 pm - Nightmares and Solitude
The USS Falconer glided through space, approaching a small nebula-like cloud of glowing magenta gasses.

Captain Anders stood and approached the viewscreen to get a better look. “Slow us down, Ensign.”

“Yes, sir,” the ensign at the helm replied, and the Nova-class Falconer slowed nearly to a stop.

The Andorian at the captain’s side stepped up to meet him. “It does physically resemble a nebula, despite its small size,” he admitted. “But the energy readings are like nothing we’ve ever encountered before.”

The captain nodded. “Perhaps we should have Lieutenant Commander Aldin join us?”

The Andorian shared a brief smile with the other Andorian on the bridge, who was sitting at the communications station. “I think she would like a closer look, yes,” the commander agreed.

At the comm. station, Lieutenant Ivos turns back to his controls. “Bridge to Commander Aldin,” he said. “Captain Anders requests your presence.”

Ivos let himself share a quick grin to the first officer before turning back to his duties, and Commander Kor returned it. The smile would be all they would allow themselves right now: they both knew that they had to maintain their most professional demeanor at all times, even during such a casual exploration. Starfleet allowed married Andorian quads to serve together, provided they did not allow their personal feelings to interfere with their duties. A quick smile was all they could afford. Kor and Ivos both knew, however, just how much Aldin would enjoy examining something new like this.

Unfortunately, she would never get the chance. )

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