USS Livingstone http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php Nova, Anodyne Productions' premier RPG management software en-us john.doe@example.com Copyright 2018 Training Exercise http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/145 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/145
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Holodeck
Timeline - just before arrival at Lippershey

The humidity had been suffocating Holt for hours, the bead of sweat down the back of his neck joined the other thousand that was pooling on his back. The air clung to him, unrelenting, he couldn’t stop constantly checking on his vitals through his optical implants. He felt a swat at the back of his head, it was his commander, Thomas Hathorne, a great leader in Holt’s eyes. Strict but fair at the same moment.

“Eyes forward marine,” Hathorne said under his breath to Holt. Holt had been lying prone, eyes down the barrel of a phase rifle for the better half of 4 hours, waiting for his target to exit the building, readjusting his body for another time, his commbadge vibrated under the stealth mode that was in effect with the 42nd. “Target moving in the pig pen.” Holt, breathed a sigh, the call was the just another in the long line of surveillance that the troop was reporting.

A glimmer out of a window altered Holt to the movement as the target passed. “Target exiting pig pen” the commbadge buzzed again. Holts grip tightened on the rifle, scanning the area he picked up a slight oddity.

A soft tap on Hathorne’s leg and a subtle point in the direction of the disturbance alerted his commander, who in returned passed along several instructions to rest of the team. From his vantage point he saw the rest of the marines move in to secure the target, his rifle still focusing on the shimmer near a set of crates.

Within seconds of the shimmer moving and the marines around the crates all reacted in unison, phaser rifles raised and aimed at the shimmer. Flashes of light alerted the target to the presence of the disturbance.

Hathorne’s voice echoed through the scene “End program” The humid scene evaporated into the yellow and black room. Holt stood up and stretched. “Well that went well,” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he saw a flash of disappointment in Hathorne’s eyes.

“Fall in Marines” called Holt, waiting for the rest of the team to form two straight lines. Before Hathorne could get a word in the ship wide comms came to life, “we have arrived at Lippershey 2.” All the marines followed as Hathorne motioned towards the door.

The excitement in Holt was hard to contain as the adrenaline started to pump, his first active assignment on the Livingstone.]]>
Sun, 18 Feb 2018 00:14:33 +0000
The drop off http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/142 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/142
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Runabout
Timeline - MD 77 - 0830

“Runabout prepped and ready for launch.” John said aloud as he finished the pre-flight checks. He awaited the comm officers response. Not a moment went by before he had got it. “You are cleared for departure”.

With those words John tapped the flight console and allowed the craft to lift from the ground by only a foot. Tapping the console once more and the stars beyond the shuttle bay doors started becoming closer. John counted down in his head the seconds until he would pass the doors into the darkness of space. 3, 2, 1, they had cleared the launch doors. “We have cleared the Livingstone,” John reported “going to dark mode.” John tapped a panel above his head and the lights on both the interior and exterior went out. The only light source now was from the control panels that surrounded him. This was a planned strategy, it would be more difficult to see the landing craft from a telescope this way. Providing of course John was able to stick to the shadows and not place the runabout between the planet and another light source.

The craft rounded Lippershey 2’s moon, behind which the Livingstone was hiding, and their target came into sight. “Computer,” the Pilot began “scan the landing area for life signs.” The last thing he had wanted to do is land in the middle of a group of night time ramblers. “There are no life signs within the designated landing area.” The computer reported to both Johns frustration and relief. “Computer, scan the area around the landing sight at a radius of 3 kilometres, are there any life signs there?” The computer took a split second to answer “Negative”.

Finally John felt he could relax. Sitting back in his seat and allowing the craft to do the work. Occasionally leaning forward to make minor course adjustments.

After three long minutes the time had come for John to stop twiddling his thumbs, and begin his final approach to Lippershey 2. A slight bump could be felt as the runabout hit the planets atmosphere, a usual experience. Tapping at the internal comm’s panel to his side John addressed his passengers. “We are on final approach, get ready to get the hell outta here.”

John brought the craft down through the darkened night sky. His speed was greater than it would usually be for a landing, but he didn’t want to hang about to be spotted. He counted down again as the surface hit ever closer, this time over the internal comm link. “3, 2, 1” Thud! The runabout touches the ground. “Go, Go, Go.” John instructed as he released the exterior hatches. 30 quick seconds went by before John heard the drop team commanders voice. “Clear.” With that one simple word, it was time to leave. As John brought the runabout off the ground, he admired the sight of the first landing party below him. Turning the nose to face the sky, he was gone.]]>
Fri, 16 Feb 2018 18:10:28 +0000
Decisions http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/138 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/138
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Corridors
Timeline - MD+22, 1800 Hours

Jazzy was wearing her gym outfit, she had just completed a one hour workout in the gymnasium, when she started to leave and head into the corridors, when she noticed him. She smiled, a little fatigued at first. She looked up and said, with a big grin on her face. "John, If we keep running into each other, people are going to talk."

Her heart was already accelerated from the workout, but she felt it beat just a little faster, when he approached, she could not believe it. A little bit of flirting last night, lead to hormones, being a little out of alignment. In other words, she had a physical connection at the chemical hormonal level. That was a strange feeling. John was not the first guy she had ever liked, but he was the first guy in a while.

John had been leisurely walking toward the holodeck. Unlike Jazz his heart was at a resting rate. That is until he saw her. He felt an attraction for her. But he also felt as if he was betraying Harkiea, just by having these feelings. His heart began to pound, as he attempted to decide on how to further the conversation she had begun with him. “Would that be such a bad thing?” He asked playfully.

"They are going to talk regardless," She said. She noticed he was not in uniform, and he was not dressed for the gym. "Normally I do not pry into the welfare of others, but...What are you up to tonight?" She asked, not really sure why she asked. They barely knew each other. But something made her ask.

“I’m off to the holodeck.” John chirped merrily. “Going to get behind the wheel of a 1980’s automobile.” He loved the thrill of anything he could race, and often lacked the understanding that not everyone shared his enthusiasm for speed.

"I have seen them in classic 21st century movies, you can actually drive one?" She asked, almost instantly feeling stupid for asking. He was a certified pilot, if he could fly a ship or a fighter, surely he can drive an automobile, or a car as the term was referred too in the 21st century.

“Sure...” John responded sounding somewhat confused. He felt as if for once a lady was giving him more attention than he was giving them. “Bet you could as well if you gave it a go. I can teach you some time, if you like?”

"I would hate to impose on your personal time," she suggested in an almost, please ask me to join you, tone of voice. She was had never been in automobile. She never saw a reason to recreate one. But if John, did not mind sharing his holodeck time, she would love to join him. A chance to be in automobile, sounded like fun.

It struck John that perhaps Jazzy was angling for an immediate driving lesson. She wasn’t very subtle. It wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but equally he didn’t want to seem like he was leading her on. Even if he wasn’t too sure if that was what he was doing at the moment. “C’mon then.” He gave a little side ways nod to illiterate that he wasn’t being fooled.

"Typically I like to shower and change over, but sure, why the hell not." She said with a grin. She was trying to contain her excitement, but she was not very good at it. The idea of traveling in an automobile, was exciting. "A convertible automobile?" She asked curiously. She wanted to feel the wind in her hair, and all cares behind them.

“Any car you like!” John replied, “if you wanted a bit of time to shower I won’t object.” John could sense the excitement oozing off of Jazz, it was almost tangible in the air. He had wondered what the excitement was for. Was it excitement over the idea of driving an ancient earth vehicle? Or was it over spending time with him? Either way the excitement took hold of him, like a welcomes contagious disease.

"I will be back soon, promise." She said, itching to get back to her quarters to snag a quick sonic vibe shower.

“See you on the holodeck.” John laughed, “holodeck one.”




10 minutes later.



Jazzy literally jumped into the sonic vibe shower, and then grabbed a sun dress pattern from her closet. And quickly got dressed. She did not want to miss out on, taking a ride in an automobile. She felt like a kid, trying to rush out the door. She barely got dressed and her hair brushed and placed in a pony tail, when she left her quarters and made a steady pace towards the holodeck.

John had spent his time setting up the program. Knowing his driving students desire to drive a convertible, he made it so. Ordering up a scenic Italian Road with plenty of twist and turns. The sort of road that would keep a driver on their toes, but with enough scenery to make for an enjoyable ride as a passenger.

The sound of the heavy doors echoed through his ears as the door appeared and opened in the middle of a hillside. He took in the sight of Jazz and smiled. He couldn’t understand why, but something about her presence just made him feel at ease. He almost felt a happiness around her which in recent times was hard to come by. “Who’s going to drive first?”

"You, I want to see how its done. It's one thing to watch it on a screen, but another to experience it first hand. I think I forgot to tell you, I love 21st century television, movies and music," she said, as she approached, but focusing on the hillside around them, and the road.

“Beautiful. Isn’t it?” Enquired John has he held the passenger door open for his guest. “The view that is. Although the car is beautiful in its own way too.”

The car itself was a red Porsche 911 taggra. It had a windscreen and a rear window but the roof in the center, over the seats, was missing. The bodywork was smooth and it appeared as if the car really belonged to the backdrop in which it sat.

The recreation of the Porsche 911 Taggra, was a beauty. Jazzy touched the car with her fingers, starting at the hood, as she watched John open the door for her. An old 21st century technique of being a gentleman. She liked it. "The car is amazing, you have good taste." She said, as she slide into the seat. With a warm smile, and warm tone towards him. He gently closed the door. She placed her right arm on the door frame.

Her eyes were exploring the craftsmanship of the car, the leather interior, the smooth colors, as they blended in nicely with the frame work of the car. Her other hand she placed on her lap. She then watched John walk around to the driver side.

Hopping himself into the drivers seat John turned the keys already in the ignition, allowing the engine to roar into action. “Thrill seeker? Or are you a nice tame gentle girl?” He asked, wondering how he should drive. Left up to him of course he would put his foot to the floor and bravely navigate cliff edge corners at speed.

"I'm here for the ride, but since you asked, I like thrill and excitement." She said, watching him start up the Porsche. She felt the vibration of the engine, as the Porsche fired up. The smile she had on her face, intensified. She heard the engine rev up, higher and higher, was he show boating a little? If so, good! The engine sounded amazing.

“Say no more.” A wide smile filled Johns face. It looked almost as if he was hatching a cunning plan. Revving the engine higher and higher, John released the hand break, shifting the car into first gear. They shit off down the road at speed. The wind rushing past their ears, and practically whipping their faces. John weaved the car in and out of the corners as if the vehicle was a part of him. He was showing off. Even he knew it, but he was in his element.

Jazzy noticed a pair of sunglasses on the dashboard, she reached for them. Partially to block the wind from hitting her face, and partially block the holographic sun. The rush, the excitement of it all. The Porsche was able to get up and go. The moment was exciting. She debated on reaching over to him, but he steering the wheel with one hand and shifting gears with the other. She did not want to interrupt him.

She sat back in her chair, and allowed the simulated wind to hit her face and her hair. The feeling was exhilarating. "John, thank you for this, I needed to get away, and glad you allowed me to tag along." She said very loudly. She was trying to talk over the wind.

John lifted his foot from the accelerator and allowed the car to slow to a speed where he could easily talk to his companion. “No worries.” John gave a long pause and continued to ask the question he was almost afraid to ask; “what is it you needed to get away from? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Jazzy was not sure she was ready to share her feelings about, being tied into the emotional stability with two other personal. She loved them like family, but like family, they can be a little overwhelming at times. She knew John wanted an answer, so she gave a simple answer. "Just life, sometimes you need to get out on the open road and feel free, ever felt that way?" She asked, turning her head and body to face him. She had a smile on her face, she was enjoying the moment in the car with him.

The pilot pulled the car over to the side of the road, and he himself turned to face Jazz, so they could talk face to face. “All the time.” He admitted more openly than he had thought he would. He could feel himself welling up as his thoughts turned to the events he wished to escape. Attempting to hide his emotions from Jazzy, he picked his voice up to a chirp. “Fancy a go at driving?”

Jazzy gave a slight laugh. "I have never driven an automobile, maybe next time you can teach me, today let's enjoy the open road. It's nice you know, having a friend, who can understand the desire to get out on the open road and be free." She suggested. She wondered what he was thinking. He was looking into her eyes, as she was doing to him.

John found it hard to break the gaze. He found himself leaning in slightly, maintaining the eye contact. As he moved forward his arm began to raise.

Suddenly he caught himself. He almost instantly turned away and put his hands back on the wheel. With an air of awkwardness he spoke. “Let’s keep going then.”

Jazzy noticed he was leaning in, but then pulled away. She wondered if she said something, maybe subconsciously gave him a look. She was not sure if she wanted to kiss him, but she was not pulling away. She was curious, to see if their was a spark. She hoped he pulled away, trying to be respectable. She could appreciate that, but she knew it would be her turn to make a move, she needed a subtle hint. Even though she was she was seat belted, she leaned in closer.

She felt the Porsche accelerate again, she found it a adorable and frightening that he literally put the brakes on making a move. She leaned a little closer to him and extended her arm behind his seat, and raked his hair with her fingers. She hoped he was not to distracted by this move.

He was used to destructions whilst piloting, and driving a car was no different. He glanced over at Jazzy for a brief moment, not wanting to take his eyes off the road for too long. He smiled, before returning his attention to driving. The car came out of a bend into a long straight, and as it did Johns right hand slipped away from the wheel and he brushed Jasmines arm for a few moments. It was his way of saying he approved of the move she had made.

She was not really sure what to say at first, his reaction made her smile. She had not been close to anyone in a long while. It was nice to have someone show a little affection. They continued to drive for a little bit. She thought to herself, what a perfect moment. A nice Sunday style drive. She was finally living out a movie scene, that she had watched several times. She thought to herself, a small stroll on the beach would be the perfect ending, or parking on the hillside and watching the sun set, while enjoying wine and cheese and crackers along with some grapes. But she had a feeling this was not, what John had in mind when he made the holodeck reservation.

The fact was, the thrill of driving at speed was all John had in mind. He had already adjusted the program from a race track, to the mountaineers Italian range. He couldn’t explain why, but he really wanted to impress this woman. He was enjoying his time with her, but all the while felt an element of guilt.

Having driven, and talked for some hours, it came time leave. John pulled himself out of the car and went to open the passenger side door for Jazzy, offering her his hand as he did.

She took his hand, and smiled as she got out of the car. "Why thank you, john." She said, allowing him to be a little old fashion and polite. Typically now days, everyone is a in a hurry and eager to get from point a to point b. She was not sure what he had in mind. Was this the end of the improve get-together? She debated, if it was, does she give him a hug? Anything more could appear to be to desperate, and she was content being alone.

Dealing with Zeke being a little on edge about the return of Anna in his life, was throwing her off a little. Typically all three of them were mostly stable. But with Anna coming back in Zeke's life, and Jazzy possibly opening the door for John to be in her life, she felt a little overwhelm, but in a good way. It was a lot to process at the moment.

Calling for the program to end, John walked Jazz out of the now empty room. It almost felt like he waking up from a dream, except a significant part of his dream remained by his side. The pair walked to the turbolift which took them to the deck on which both of their quarters resided. “Well this is me,” John said with a sound of disappointment as they reached his door.

Jazzy was a little nervous, was he going to invite her in, she was not ready for that, she was already formulating ways of saying no nicely. "I have had a great time, John." She said, keeping a little distance from his door way, she smiled nervously, not sure what was about to transpire.

John leant forward and planted his lips against Jazz’s cheek. “Same time next week?”

A sigh of relief poured over her, but it quickly went a way, a feeling of warmth and happiness replaced it. John was acting like a true gentleman. She smiled, as stood there looking at him. "I would like that," she said as she started to walk away.
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Thu, 15 Feb 2018 20:52:25 +0000
We have arrived at Lippershey 2 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/141 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/141
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Main Bridge
Timeline - Day 76 1700

James sat forward in his chair watching the view screen in front of him. The bridge crew around him were all at their stations, he felt as though he could feel the concentration in the room as if the atmosphere was alive with charged particles.

After 8 weeks in transit the Livingstone was reaching her destination. The approach vector had taken them in to the Lippershey system on the opposite side of the sun to their target planet, at this point the ship had come out of warp and then, using the forth planet as a shield they had crept around in it’s orbit for 2 weeks waiting for the opportunity to make the leap from the forth planet, then keeping the Lippershey 2’s largest moon between the ship and the planet they had made the final step.
The extra time on the approach had given the away teams to train. The plan was laid out, the Zambezi Squadron would be used to ferry the landing parties and their equipment down to the surface. This would be Lieutenant John Warren first test in charge of the squadron and James was sure he was up to the task.

There would be a lot of coming and going, firstly Lieutenant Tom Hawthorne's Marine Force Recon Team would secure a landing zone. The site, James decided on was deep in a boreal forest and was 3 kilometres from the nearest track, then another 5 kilometres to the edge of the forest and the first settlement the crew would come across. James had authorised the marines to recon the local area. However, Akelia would be in charge on the planet and take charge of the landing party.

Once the Zulu point was secure the marines and engineers will build a concealable holographic readout. Eric would be able to organise this.

“Approaching the moon, slowing to quarter impulse” The helms man said. James watched as the moon began to fill the view screen.

James was confident that the crew would be able to set up a forward operating base however once on the planet the mission would change in to one of discovery. According to Kanery at the cultural briefing the most likely town to have the telescope was Metius, it was the king of the that region that had calmed to have seen the moon. The issue was that the major city was 200 Kilometres from the landing site.

An undercover team had been established, after Rolvek has carried out any facial surgery that was necessary and disguised as minstrels they would travel on foot to Metius. Kollin would have to go as she was the only crew member who could tame the Andorian bulls who would pull the ladder wagons which had been expertly crafted by Eric.

“In position sir” The helms man said turning to face James.

“Keep us here. We have to make sure the moon is between us and the planet at all times.” James replied. He could see the helm tapping on to the console setting the orbit.

James typed on to the Padd mounted on his chair, giving him a ship wide broadcast.

“We have arrived at Lippershey 2”
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Sat, 10 Feb 2018 15:38:00 +0000
Mission Plan http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/129 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/129
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Observation Lounge
Timeline - Day 35 1240

James sat at the table, he enjoyed the lunch time get together of the executive officers. He knew that not all of them felt the same way so under normal circumstances he would not insist that they join him, however today was important.

They had come up with a plan for the away team and then secondly a method to get the away team onto Lippershey without being detected.

Jasmine got the request to have lunch with the Captain. She smiled as she walked into the observation lounge. She walked over to the replicator and placed her order. She grabbed her replicated plate of Ham and mash potatoes with green beans and took a seat.

She gently placed the plate in front of her. "Hello Captain," she said as she grabbed her fork and knife and cut a small piece of the ham, and took a bite. The taste was pretty bland. But what can you expect from a replicator.

Akelia looked up from her anka'ha soup at the glibness of security officer. A meeting and food soured her and to see such a mood only added to it. Hopefully this would be quicker than not.

Jasmine noticed that the first officer was at the table now. She had a strange feeling the first officer was getting the wrong impression of her, but she could not figure out what it was, or why she felt that way. "Hello Commander, that soup smells delicious." She said taking another small bite of the replicated ham. Trying to reach out to Akelia.

"Anka'ha soup is extremely salty by human standards," she said at hint of mischievousness creeping into her voice, only natural for an Andorian though. "You're welcome to try if you can handle it."

"I may take you up on that, Commander." She said, continuing to take small bites of food waiting for the bridge crew to report to the conference room. This was meeting was going to be her first mission as chief of security. She was looking forward to the meeting.

Eric limped into the lounge, his stick tapping the deck slightly as he first made his way to a replicator where he obtained a bowl of heavily spiced stir fried vegetables and a decanter of water. Juggling cane, plate and decanter carefully he made his way over to the table and found a seat with the rest of the command staff and gave a half wave as he slid into his seat.

He noticed a couple of glances at his grease stained smock and grinned around a bite of the spicy dish, "Aye, I know I'm something of mess but figuring out how to get the leather harnessing properly supple and authentic looking has been a bit of a trick." Chewing thoughtfully for a moment, he poured water into his glass and swirled the water.

"I think it's right though, all that's left to do is add the smell and the aging process and we're ready to process it."

"Hello Lieutenant O'Shea," said Jazzy with a warm smile on her face. She wanted to ask him about his cane, but this was not really the place or the time for those type of inquiries. For the moment, the captain called everyone together for a luncheon.

Eric, mid bite, let his eyes track to the greeting and glanced the Livingstone's Security officer over. He noticed her eyes linger at his cane and after wiping his mouth to make sure he didn't have any sauce lingering, he returned her smile. "JG Haynes. How goes Security these days?" He felt a bit awkward, but determined not to make the conversation about himself, or his cane.

"Nice and quiet, the way I like it. It means the crew is happy and content for the moment. How are things going Engineering?" Asked Jazzy, as she drew her attention from his cane to his eyes, it was only polite to look at someone, when you were talking to them.

Eric took a drink from his tumbler and grinned at Haynes, "Well, there's nothing broken, bleeding air, or on fire right now so I'd say everything is moving along nicely. Or as my grandfather would put it, things are finer than a frog hair split nine ways. Though I think that saying was created way before the wooly croakers on Altair IV were found."

"Good to hear, a quiet ship is a happy ship," she said, not really sure how to respond to the Altair IV, comment. She had never been to Altair IV, so she had no reference for it.

With long fast strides Kollin entered the meeting room and took the last remaining seat. It would be inappropriate to eat and although trivial pleasantries were not the Klingon way Kollin was curious enough to try to fit in … she immediately stood up and addressed the room “I greet you, I am Kollin” and sat back down, feeling satisfied with this beginning.

Rolvek entered the room, nodding toward the filling table but saying nothing. He didn’t feel there was anything at this point that needed saying. He walked over to the replicator and immediately ordered the replicator “Nutritional supplement 26”. A bowl of green gloop appeared before him, which he took without even the slightest blink and placed down in front of an empty seat at the table.

"Hello Doctor, feels like ages since I saw you last." She teased with a wink. Her statement was completely inaccurate. They had been working closely on her adjust to her new post, and Vulcan meditation. She was curious, how Rolvek was going to handle her human like humor, in a group setting.

“Our last meeting was only a few hours ago Lietnenant.” The Vulcan remarked. “Perhaps if you can not remember, the ships counsellor should be asked to give you a phyciatric evaluation.” It was hard to tell if Rolvek was serious or not. His face had the usual lack of emotion, and his words sounded just as dead pan as ever.

Jasmine gave a slight chuckle. "Nice to see the Doctor is finally warming up to his number one patient." She suggested, nothing that the table was a little to quiet for her taste. She tried to avoid eye contact with the first officer, she had a feeling she was probably rolling her eyes at the sly remark, from two of her junior officers.

“I give no preference to any of my patients Lieutenant.” Rolvek replied before taking a spoonful of his meal.

"I think I will quiet, while I am behind," said Jazzy, as she sat back in her chair a little, and started to take another bite. She was wondered why she was doing most of the talking? She hoped the captain or first officer would take over the conversation.

Akelia would have thought more of it, but the last few stragglers found their way in. With a nod from the captain she stood up and moved to the screen. A quick touch and it revealed the system they were to head into.

"As you know, this system is developing a telescope so the Livingstone cannot enter orbit. Rather it will hide behind the moon. We'll be using two shuttles to ferry down the teams. Lt. Warren will oversee this" she said.

"Are we expecting any resistance?" Asked Jazzy.

"The area we are focusing on is in religious upheaval. That means anything from robbers to military formations on the march," Akelia replied.

"Understood," she said, being a little concerned about possible ambush, she needed to plan for all possible outcomes.

James nodded to Akelia, "That's settled. There is still a lot to plan here. I'll need you plans for approval with in the next 48 hours."]]>
Fri, 09 Feb 2018 11:13:17 +0000
Landing Plan http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/139 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/139
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Observation Lounge
Timeline - Day 40 1255

James looked around the table at his officers. It had been several days since the approach plan had been settled.

“Officers,” He paused to make sure he had their attention. He then pressed a button on the Padd in front of him. A visual of the Lippershey system appeared on the screen inserted in wall at the end of the table.

“The task, we have to approached Lippershey 2 with out been seen.” James looked at the screen.

The Lippershey system was made from a large sun with 5 planets. The Livingstone’s target planet was the second in the system and the only inhabited. It had to large moons in orbit.”

“The issue we have is this, we only have a sketchy idea of where the telescope is located. We need some ideas.”

“We can use Lippershey 4 as a shield,” Lieutenant Warren piped up whilst gazing at the display. “They are almost at the same place in their orbits, hiding behind Lippershey 4 would bring us close bough to shuttle in. It’s possible the shuttles could be detected, but they are much smaller craft, and I doubt the planets telescope technology has advanced that far just yet.”

"Sounds reasonable." James commented

Akelia stood and tapped the screen again and it zoomed onto a location that was isolated from the major cities by about 200 Kilometres. "This is zulu point, our rally stage. Marine engineers will build us a concealable holographic readout while recon provides perimeter warning.

"Our undercover team will head out from there and locate the telescope. At this point we need to decide who will consist of that team. Suggestions," she looked around the room.

"I think First Lieutenant Tom Hawthorne's Force Recon Team is ready for a recon assignment of this magnitude. While they are providing intelligence, we can move our security forces and his infrantry troops into position, as a precaution." Suggested Jazzy, hoping he would not mind that she was speaking on his behalf.

"Recon can do local checks of nearby towns and villages and a few can be detached to the undercover team. But we need a large enough number of marines at the readout to maintain a proper watch. Do you have any in security you would recommend to the undercover team?" Akelia.

"My team, is up for the task." She said, she reviewed their weapons performance testing. If they went into a combat situation they would be prepared. She had worked with them in recon techniques, there scores were passible, but barely. Tom's was better suited, but they could get the job done.

James shuffled in his chair. "I unsure that a large number of marines is necessary. The more crew on the planet, the more the risk of contamination of the planet's development. "

"Undercover party will consist of no more than 6. recon will use cloaking suits and not go further than a 2 kilometer radius from the readout," Akelia said.

James nodded his reply, the ship would have to set up a forward operating base to be able to unload the wagons and animals.

"OK, you'll receive your orders with in 24 hours."


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Fri, 09 Feb 2018 11:08:41 +0000
What a day http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/136 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/136
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Marine Barracks
Timeline - MD +20, 1900 Hours

Jazzy was still trying to get herself familiarized with the Livingstone's layout. She made her way down to the command center for the 42nd Cheron Company. She noticed a lot of marines were working out, some were practicing martial arts, some were in the simulated fire range and a few where in a class room, when she noticed an officer, wearing a silver bar on his uniform, "Evening Lieutenant, surprised to see you still at work?" Said Jazzy.

Thomas look up from his padd to see a gold uniform woman. He didn't recognize her, but that was no surprise as he hadn't been beyond marine country in a while. "As my drill sergeant always said, train early, train often, and train some more. What brings you down to our neck of the woods Lt...?"

"Lieutenant Jasmine Haynes, my friend call me Jazz or Jazzy, Just getting the lay of the land. I assume your in charge?" She asked, not exactly sure who he was. She assumed he was, he looked like a take charge type of guy.

"Jazz huh, Good music," he said then nodded. "And yep, I'm in charge of this outfit. 1st lieutenant Thomas Hawthorne. Tom if you want to run on a first name basis here Jazz."

Jazz let the music comment go, she heard that reference to many times to count. "Thank you Tom, my outfit is security. I am the new chief of security aboard the Livingstone." She said, as she reached out to shake his hand.

"Ah," he said as he shook her hand. Firm shake, that was always a positive sign. "Your first time out as chief I take it. How do you like being posted on such a large ship?"

"I love it, learning the lay of the land, and yes this my first post as chief, that obvious, huh?" She asked with a small nervous smile.

"Reasonable deduction. Your rank sort of makes it a given to be your first," he said his eyes going to the rank pips. "My first time without a senior officer too now that the major has left."

She wanted to ask, why the Major left, but she knew she could look up that information. "Well you appear to be doing a great job, Tom. I have a few other places to see. Thanks for taking a moment to talk with me, I know you are a busy marine." She said, looking around, noticing how organized and discipline they all were.

"Anytime Jazz. If you security types get board and want to challenge us to something, we're always ready willing and able," he said with a nod and a smile.

"Take Care Tom." She said, as she left the marines, and continued on with her patrol.

Tag/End

LtJG Jasmine Haynes
Chief of Security
USS Livingstone

1st Lt. Thomas Hawthorne
Marine XO]]>
Mon, 05 Feb 2018 09:15:23 +0000
Progress report http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/130 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/130
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Captains ready room
Timeline - Day 32 0900

James sat at his ready room desk and waited.

He had called all the Livingstone’s executive officers in to give him a progress report on how their departments were functioning. The ship was a week in to it’s mission and still 5 weeks away from the Lippershey system. However after a week of traveling James felt it would be a good idea to assess on all departments.

Jasmine walked into the ready room of the captain. She walked over to his desk and smiled as she snapped to the position of attention. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Jasmine Haynes reporting as ordered, Captain." said Jasmine waiting for the captain to respond, she was almost complete with the re certifications with the crew of the USS Livingstone.

"At ease Lieutenant, good work with re-certifications, How are you settling in?" James said, hoping that Jasmine would relax a little.

"Thank you captain," she said, as she went to parade rest. The doors open before she could say anything else. She noticed it was Akelia Felnost the first officer of the ship.

James looked at Jasmine, "It may be worth getting some of the crew used to handling muskets and swords." He paused "Thank you for the report. We will have a planning meeting over the next few days. Get yourself to the sick bay and see if it's possible to be disguised for the up coming away team."

Akelia followed in quickly afterwards. She had to report for the marines and CONN so she was needed. Unlike the security chief, she nodded and said captain before taking her seat.

James nodded to the number two "How are we progressing?"
"All department schedules are approved and ready. The marines are settled in and we've set a rigorous training program to get them ready as a unit. One of our CONN officers is down with some morning sickness but the other officers are stepping up well till it passes" Akelia replied.

Jasmine was not sure what to do, she was new to the role of department head, does she continue to stand or take a seat near the first officer, she decided best to stand till the captain or first officer said to sit down.

"Your dismissed Lieutenant."

"Aye Captain." Said Jasmine as she snapped to the position of attention, and did a direct about face, and started to walk out the door. Before she left, she looked to Lieutenant Commander Akelia Felnost. Then continued to walk out of the room.

Before Jazzy left the room she said in a mellow tone. "Commander," as she walked out of the room.

Eric slipped into the ready room, and stood before the Captain's desk, nodding politely until directed to a seat. "Captain, Commander."

"Your report, Lieutenant" James asked

"Engineering is running fairly smoothly. We're through the first round of Level one diagnostics that I wanted to run on the primary systems and we're moving to the second round. We've got some good Officers and Chief's and they're taking the brunt while I've been working on the upcoming away mission."

"Good. Let me know of any issues" With that Eric left.

James nodded to him as he went, despite his problems James thought of Eric as one of his trusted officers.

Kollin entered the ready room and waited impatiently for the Captains attention ... at the Engineers departure she snapped to attention.

"nuqneH" James said, however this was completely ignored.

"Chief of Operations progress report" Kollin nodded to the number 2 and continued ... "Taxen has secured the arrival of the six oxen needed for the mission, however" Kollin continued rather derisively ... "she has insisted I mention that these particular heifers are apparently rather more stubborn than your average bull and will need to be handled more aggressively" Kollin visible scoffed, "I will of course manage these animals" Kollin stated with such finality ... she abruptly departed.

James looked to his number 2 and then back to Kollin.

"Get your self to sick bay and see if you can be disguised as you may have to be our herdsman."

With the reports complete James felt confident the mission was running to plan.




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Sat, 27 Jan 2018 10:15:47 +0000
Meditation http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/134 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/134
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - USS Livingstone - Sickbay
Timeline - MD30 - 1721

Rolvek knelt on the floor in his office, surrounded by candles and a mat of dull colours beneath him. His head tucked down. Meditation was normal for Rolvek, but meditation in his office was not. However he always kept the equipment to do so at hand, in case time allowed or he felt the need to keep his emotions at bay. Today was one of those days, his work had proven more challenging than he was used to. Developing a disguise was easy work, developing a disguise for a Ferengi without amputating his ears was quite the opposite. But Rolvek was determined to find a way, however frustrating it might be.

Frustration was exactly what he was attempting to keep at bay, when he heard the door a knock at his office window.

Jasmine was going to check in with Rolvek and ask about some Vulcan meditation techniques. She hated interrupting the man, but he was the only one on duty. She had planned it this way. She was not very comfortable with the crew, finding out their chief of security needed to practice Vulcan meditation in order to keep her emotions in check.

She noticed Rolvek, and he motioned her to walk into the office. "I'm sorry to bother you doctor, but I was hoping maybe we can discuss my Vulcan meditation techniques. One of my bondmates, is struggling, its a little harder for me to focus on my own. I was hoping you could help strengthen my bond. She asked?

Recently Luke was going through a rollercoaster of emotions, he met a girl and he had neglected his meditation rituals, and in a small way it was distracting Jazzy. She needed clarity and strength to see this through.

“Of course, Lieutenant.” He responded coolly, as if the interuption was no bother at all. He stood and ushered Jazzy to take the same spot he had just been occupying.

Traditionally she would have changed into the Vulcan meditation robe. But there was no time for that, at the moment. She kneeled down at first, then repositioned her feet, and kept a nice vertical posture as she closed her eyes and interlocked her fingers. She knelt beside him. As she closed her eyes, she called out, perhaps a Vulcan mind meld, will help you see, what kind of issues I am contending with and how to focus my emotions to suppress them." She asked waiting for the Doctor to say something. Phyiscally they would look like two people kneeling and sharing a Vulcan mind meld, in reality, he would be getting a glimpse of who she was, and the struggles she went through.

“A Vulcan mind meld can be a very distressing, and dangerous ritual.” Rolvek explained, “although I myself have considered a meld in this situation, I must be sure that you know the risks.”

"It's not my first time, Doctor. But if you are worried about damaging my mind, we can use good old fashion verbal communication." She suggested, wondering what option he was going to choose.

“A meld would offer me a greater insight.” He knelt in front of the security officer holding his right hand half way to her face. He waited for some sort of acknowledgement before he committed to the Vulcan ritual.

"Proceed Doctor, I trust you." She said, "get ready for an emotional rollercoaster," she suggested with a grin. He was about to learn all about her personal life, and even a friendship that few of the staff knew about, a friendship with John Warren.

Rolvek proceeded, positioning his hand over Jasmines face. His index finger making contact with her temple, and his remaining fingers over other pressure point around her face. His fingers were now as close to the brain as they could be without ripping through the flesh. “My mind, to your mind” he begun, “my thoughts, to your thoughts. Our mind are merging, our minds are becoming one.”

There was no resistance, and almost instantly the connection was made. A flurry of emotion came over Rolvek. An audible sigh left his mouth, as he was overwhelmed by the security officers emotions and thoughts.

"This is my life on a good day, Doctor. As you can see a little more chaotic than the average human." She suggested as she appeared out of the sea of colorful imagery.

"The meditations help, but kolinahr out of the question. I like these emotions, and with meditations, I can keep them at bay. " she suggested, as an image of her practicing Vulcan meditation appeared.

Rolvek said nothing. Instead he continued his walk through Jasmines mind. He came across something. A man, unknown to Rolvek.

"Oh boy, let's stay away from that guy, you think my emotions are a out of whack, he is worse than T'vol." Jazzy said, as she started to walk in a different direction. She was trying to keep Zeke's feeling locked down, and away from her.

They started to walk towards another gentleman, this guy, the doctor may remember, Jasmine met him for the first time after their first game of Kal-toe. Jazzy focused in on him, the scenery changed. More of a pleasant scene, Jazzy and John were talking near a cliff side, they were smiling and looking like, they were enjoying each others company. "Our new Zambezi Squadron Commander, also my friend John Warren."

“You care for him a great deal, although I’m surprised the emotions he evokes are too difficult to control.” The doctor was near certain that John was not the reason Jazz was struggling.

"He is part of the reason, but your right, not the only reason." She said. Her mind started to flash with several images, she tried to slow them down.

Images of her family, images of Zeke, images of T'vol, images of the crew, the crew from her last assignment, the academy, a lot of personal friendships established. Most images seemed distant but John, Zeke and T'vol stood out, but the images of Zeke and T'vol, had images of other images in a different shade, "Liking John is allowing their emotions, their memories to rush into mine, its very taxing, my emotional blockers, the meditation are trying to compensate, he is the tip of the iceberg. I like him Doctor, I want to peruse him. But my emotional stability is being compromised. Maybe we can work on ways of enhancing my mental defenses, through meditation, or medication." She asked, waiting to see what Rolvek was going to offer as a possible solution.

“I do not believe that the root of the issue lays with Lieutenant Warren.” Rolvek offered no solution. “The other man is more prominent in your mind. Focus on him.”

"On Zeke Bagwell, I hope your mental barriers are strong, he is hard to to keep buried." Suggested Jazzy.

“I am sure I can cope.” Rolvek almost sounded offended. The emotional turmoil he was already subjecting himself to appeared to be taking hold of him a little.

"Well here goes nothing." Said Jazzy, as she shifted her mind on Zeke, an image of him came in more clearly.

Children crying, explosions all around them, and smoke started to fill her mind. A single tear went down her face. "Ezekiel, Jasmine, can you hear me," called out a voice. Her tone was panicked and scared, this was not like Teacher T'vol.

A younger version of Jazzy was laying on the floor, with a few cuts and bruises. "I was to weak to speak" she said, recalling this memory, trying to be a narrator, making it easier for Rolvek to follow along.

"Can you hear me," cried out T'vol.

"I have never heard Miss T'vol so scared in my life," said Jasmine as the tear continued to slow go down her cheek.

"Ezekiel, Jasmine, stay with us, I think we are loosing them." Said T'vol, panicking on the floor, kids crying on the floor, and 15 students already dead, in her class.

"I can not loose you two, stay with me," cried out T'vol. Her emotional state was compromised.

"She knew she was loosing us, she did what she felt was right," said Jasmine. Looking at T'vol as she walked over to the memory.

"My mind, to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts," said T'vol and Jazzy at the same time, a powerful flash of light, poured over the dream, it was clear that T'vol was trying to bond with two young dying students, in order to save them.

Rolvek was gasping for breathe. He felt as if the emotions were strangling him, or was it the image of smoke? “The bond.” The only two words he seemed able to say between breathes. “This...Ezekiel, where is he now?” The Vulcan knew instinctively that the question itself could be somewhat evasive to Zeke. None the less he felt it necessary.

"I'm not sure on his exact whereabouts, last I heard he was serving on a starship, the Yorktown, I believe. He shuts us out of his life, he is in tremendous pain, emotionally. " Said Jazzy, as she took a big breath, like Rolvek, she found it hard to breathe. In a way, she felt suffocated, trapped. She hated this feeling. But she did not hate him, she hated being connected to him.

The doctor broke off the meld. Gasping for a breathe, it took him a few moments to regain his posture. “I can prescribe you an anti-depressant that can act as a suppressant for the emotions you are experiencing.” He was cold in his delivery of advise. “You can not break the bond you have with Ezekiel. However you may wish to make contact with him. He would do well to follow your example of meditation. You may also wish to talk to Lieutenant Warren about what you are experiencing. I beleive there is an old earth saying ‘a problem shared, is a problem halved’. Although it is flawed, it does have an element of truth.”

When the meld was broken, it was sudden, and like Rolvek, she was gasping for her air as well. The bond she had was strong, and it was intense on anyone that melded with her. "At this point, I am willing to try anything, thank you Doctor. Sorry for any of my quirks that you may have to suffer for the next couple of hours, who knows, maybe I will have a few hours of peace and tranquility." She said with a small grin, trying to humorous again with her tone.

Rolvek swiftly moved out into the adjoining room without even a word. Only a moment later he returned with a hypo spray, along with a handful of canisters. “This should suffice for the next five days” he states pushing the spray to her neck and handing her the entire inventory of his hands, spray and all. “One dose every twenty four hours.”]]>
Thu, 25 Jan 2018 19:07:21 +0000
A friendly encounter http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/135 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/135
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - USS Livingstone - Mess Hall
Timeline - MD21 1931

John had taken to spending his evenings in the Mess Hall. He was a social creature, and as of yet he hadn’t really had much luck finding friends. Sure, there were his other squad mates, but he was their superior officer. The Mess Hall seems like the most likely place to meet friends, not to mention get enough drink down him that it wouldn’t matter.

He was half way through his second glass of Andorrian ale when he noticed a facinating game between a Vulcan man and what appeared to be a human woman. The game didn’t look like anything he had ever played before, but the fact it was being played by a Vulcan told him it could well be a game of Kal Toe.

The Vulcan stood from the table, and almost instantly clocked John. “Lieutenant John Warren” the Vulcan announced as if he knew the pilot. But John did not know him. “You have not yet reported to sickbay for your medical. Please report to Sick Bay before duty tomorrow.” With these words the Vulcan left. There was no chance for response.

Johns curiosity peaked. He stood opposite the young lady who the Vulcan had just abandoned. “Did you win?” He asked brashly.

"No he won, he had to go, but if you hurry, you can catch him." She teased with a big grin. She smiled in his general direction, to see how he is going to react that the comment.

“Now why would I want to go chasing after some snooty old Vulcan when someone much more interesting is right in front of me?” John was almost flirtatious in his manner, as he returned the young ladies smile.

"Have a seat," she suggested with her hand. She liked his quick reply.

He sat down and offered out his hand. “Me’ names John Warren” he announced across the table.

"So do you always chase down the pretty girls at warp speed Mister Warren," she said with a big grin. Leaning into the table a little, but keeping her distance. She was being a little playful.

“Only the most beautiful.” He rested one arm on the table, turning to the side slightly. Somehow this made him appear more confident.

"A charmer, I like that." She grinned. She was curious though, was he just a big flirt, or was he being serious? Only time will tell, plus he was a good looking man. She was surprised they had not meet sooner.

“Well you have more than enough charm for the both of us, Miss?” It occurred to John that he had not learnt the young ladies name.

"Haynes, I mean Jasmine Haynes, my friends call me Jazz or Jazzy." She said, liking his vibe, a little strong, but in a playful manner. She was interested, but she was not going to let him know, he can suspect all he wants. She continued to wait toggle the bait, herself.

"your not that bad looking yourself Mister Warren," she said with a grin. She decided to flirt back, to see if he caved in, or continue to play this sizing up game. Even though she was interested, she was not that easy to get, but she was not a prude either. At the moment it was harmless flirting in her eyes.

John’s smooth tongue replied almost instantly. “Oh c’mon, compares to you I’m a Klingon Targ” he rose from the table “it’s been nice to meet you Jazz, I’ll see you around.” He gave a wink, accompanied by a smile and started his journey toward the door, at a slow pace.

"Goodnight," she said with a grin, as she watched his backside leave the room, and thought to herself, he had nice backside. She was intrigued by his sense of confidence, and the fact that he was a little flirtatious, but knew not to push to hard to fast. Admirable she thought.
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Wed, 24 Jan 2018 19:29:03 +0000
Hope? http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/132 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/132
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - USS Livingstone - Various Locations
Timeline - MD 19 - 11:32

Lieutenant JG John Warren, stood before the the large airlock doors to the USS Livingstone. A man still hurt by tragedies of battle. The memory of losing all by 6 of his crewmates, or losing the woman he loved. Haunted by the idea that maybe she was still alive, and feeling the guilt of survival, he was ready to take on Starfleet next challenge for him. This was to be only the second assignment Starfleet had given him, but being that he had more than proved his worth on the Cross, his new assignment was to have an entire squadron of fighters under his command.

His new position only added to his guilt. He would not be standing where he was now, if it were not for the loss he had endured. But still, here he was, about to enter into a new chapter of his career. A chapter he hoped would be less eventful than the last.

The doors swept open and allowed the young man to enter. “so this is home now” He thought to himself as he looked around at the well lit room, containing just a small console manned by a young woman, no older than himself.

“Welcome aboard the Livingstone” she greeted.

“Thanks,” John offered out his hand “Lieutenant John Warren” he announced.

“Pleasure to meet you Lieutenant John Warren” The young lady responded with jest in her voice. “I’m ensign Fiona O’laren”

John smirked. He knew that he himself would have likely responded the same way. “Pleasures all mine.” The grin did not vanish from his face, “perhaps we could have a drink together after duty hours?”

John was never one to hold back a invite for a drink, especially when an attractive young woman was involved. He quickly got a reply through a slightly flirtatious smile “perhaps”.

“The main mess hall, 1900 Hours.” John hurriedly said leaving through the doors onto the corridor, so not to give her chance to change her mind.

“Computer direct me to my quarters.” His order was sharp and to the point, as it often was when dealing with machines. “Please follow the illuminated displays” came the robotic answer from the computer.




After a few minutes journey, following the panels which lit up in turn as John passed them, he arrived. His quarters were much what he expected. It was very standard Star Fleet, with the usual exterior wall taken up by windows displaying a view of the stars.

He threw down a bag that he had been carrying. A bag containing all that he owned, and stood with his arms folded, gazing at the view. It was at this moment he realised that leaving the Cross was not an end to his troubles. His troubles traveled where ever his mind was.

His mind had gone back to the dark place it so often wandered. He couldn’t resist it any longer. He pulled out a pass from his bag and began a playback, standing with his back against the wall.

It was security footage downloaded from the computer core of the Cross. A young trill woman stood there on the screen. A phaser pointed toward the door of what appeared to be her quarters. The door swept open revealing two men, an andorian and a human. She fired. The Andorian fell to the floor, but before she could fire again, the human fired his own phaser.

“Harkeia” John whispers as the trill collapsed into a heap. The only man still standing walked over and threw the young lady over his shoulder. They left and the recording ended. The question that had plaques John’s mind since the first time he had watched the recording was still there. ‘Why have they taken her? Does this mean she’s still alive? He slid down the wall to the floor, and sobbed.]]>
Tue, 16 Jan 2018 16:36:32 +0000
Heading into a circle http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/131 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/131
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Various
Timeline - Day 23 18:00

Eric sat the completed drum on the workbench and eyed it. He’d crafted it as generically as he’d been able without anything for reference and aged it carefully, adding sweat stains and ware marks that seemed correct.

The sling and sticks were equally finished and he hoped the effort would be worth it. So far, he wasn’t sure what role he’d play on the away team, if any. The drum he could play around with in his off hours, but if they were going to be entertainers they’d need to practice together.

Or he’d have to rig sound equipment into the instruments to make it all sound like they’d been playing together long enough to be a troupe. Which would be highly annoying and tricky at the same time if he had to balance acoustics with sound dampening and tuning, matching it to the individual player and voice.

Scrubbing at the beard he was growing out, he turned next to the concoction he’d worked up that morning. He sniffed at the powder in the small cup and nodded to himself. It had kept the right smell and the consistency looked right. Tapping out a small pile, he applied flame and grinned madly as it caught and woofed.

Gunpowder had been easy of course. It appeared that the substance used on Lippershay. Making it waterproof had been the tricky bit, but like most things easy once you got there.

He secured the powder and vessels, then turned next to the belt knife he’d crafted. Picking it up, he tested the weight in his hand, pleased with the wire wrapped leather handle and with the sharpness. Then he pointed it towards the far end of the work room and waited briefly as a red dot appeared on the target he’d hung.

His thumb twitched and a burst of sparks danced over the target. Cackling, he lowered the blade and sheathed it. Hiding the phaser in a dagger probably would work well, though he wasn’t sure that having the beam color neutralized was a good idea, but in theory he’d thought it was a good idea.

An alarm chimed and his contact flashed announcing that his shift was over. Looking around the workshop, Eric decided that he was mostly caught up here and he’d made sure Engineering was up to speed that morning. He stripped off the smock he’d been wearing and tossed it into a recycler, then picked up his stick as he exited the shop and locked it down.

Wandering the Livingstone’s corridor back to his quarters, Eric debated supper and shrugged it off, not feeling especially hungry. Or at least not feeling like putting any effort into it. Instead he ordered a glass of milk and went to the drafting console in his bedroom, which he’d set to look out the view port. He watched the star field stream by for a time, drinking a glass of milk.

He looked around his quarters and shook his head, it was fairly spartan and he’d even taken down his wedding pictures. Setting the glass down, he slid to his feet and winced. Hobbling a little as he walked over to change, and booked a holosuite to go for a run. Exercise beat sitting around thinking too much.

At least that’s what the counselor had said, though Eric was of two minds about that. It gave him time to think too, and so far he was sick of where his mind went whenever it was left to it’s own devices. He left his quarters, debating but pushed on. After his run, he’d glove up and go a few rounds with the safety interlocks off.

Maybe a bit of pain management was in order.]]>
Wed, 10 Jan 2018 01:23:03 +0000
Slimming down http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/128 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/128
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Marine barracks

The corridors were quieter than before when Akelia had been down here last done her regular meetings with the marines. Wtih the major reassigned and most of his personel taken with him, it left the barracks feeling quite spacious. Finding the commander office she hit the chime and was soon admitted.

For Lt. Hathorne, the commander's promptness wasn't surprising. He'd seen her in action and believed that everything she did had some purpose. This was his first time working with the commander in any situation besides underfire. He decided it best to stand at attention as she entered. "Good morning Commander," he said in his most professional voice.

"Good morning Lt. and at ease," she said calmly. He motioned her to a seat and they both sat down. "How are you settling into your new role? " she asked.

"Being moved to the top spot isn't a problem. Same size, one platoon to command. The reorganization of that platoon will take some time for all of us to gel. It is a rather unique mix," he said holding out a padd.. "Here is my request for training times. A lot of this will require a holodeck."

Akelia nodded. It was a strange mix up that Starfleet had given them. Two squads of recon, one light armor squad and a combat engineer squad. The diversity of each individual unit was good, but the specialized nature of the units would be a challenge to field together. At best all could be rearranged into rifle squads, though their own special skills would be mostly lost in such a case.

Looking at the PaDD she could see that he knew he had his work cut out for him. "I can allot you a good amount of holodeck time but some of this you'll have to improvise with regular drills."

"Fair enough I suppose. Do you know which units will be used on the mission?" he inquired.

"Not yet, but assume a recon and engineer section to be assigned," she said. She handed back the padd with his allotted times for holodeck use.

"Understood, I'll give them priority in the holodeck then. If there is nothing else, I'll get the sergeants barking," he said.

Akelia shook her head and stood up to leave. Thomas took a moment to gather his thoughts and then set out to shape up his unit to match the standards of his beloved corps.]]>
Fri, 29 Dec 2017 02:26:13 +0000
Hello and download http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/121 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/121
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Intel Office
Timeline - Day 22; 11:00 hrs

Thex grinned slightly as finished moving the rest of the furniture around the small office that she had as head of intelligence. The rest of her department was empty at the moment not that she minded the lack of noise it gave her time to think.

Only one last thing she had to do and that was get some programs installed on her computer. She could probably do it herself, but it would be nice to meet the rest of the crew.

" Lieutenant Eric O'Shea" She said as she opened a communications channel on her computer. " This is Lieutenant JG Thex sh'Zoarhi of intelligence. I need some programs instaled on my computer if you're free could you assist?" She inquired politely

Eric started slightly as his comm chirped, nearly dropping the krevar tool he was using to adjust the transient tension in the Varachek compensator of the warp core. He'd sealed off main engineering and zero'd out gravity to let them work easier on the upper portions and he could feel the four hours of work was making his leg hurt already.

Tapping his comm badge, he responded, "Aye Lieutenant, I'll join you shortly." Then glanced at the work crew around him. "Alright people, that's probably enough of this for today." Once he had everyone's attention, Eric ordered the gravity to increase gradually and they all floated to the floor.

Limping slightly, he picked up a standard engineering kit and made his way out of engineering. His crew was shaping up decently and the day spent in zero-g had been different for them all. There had been a few grumblings of course, but they had all gotten into the spirit of it.

By the time he'd reached the indicated office. Tapping the enunciator, he entered at her answer and paused just inside the door, looking about. "Well, it looks like I didn't get lost. Nice office, Lieutenant. Welcome aboard the Livingstone, by the by. How are you settling in?"

" Well enough. Been a while since i had a ship under my feet, but i'll get use to it." Thex replied holding up her hand for a shake.

Eric shook hands with her and set his kit next to the door. "You were posted ground side then? That might be a nice change. I've been in deep space for most of my career, though lately I've bounced around a bit so it's hard to keep orientated, especially in zero g."

" That must have been interesting. Last time i was in zero g was back at the academy. I was sick if i could remember correctly. " She replied as she fished around in her pockets for a data stick. Pulling it out she announced " Need the programs on this installed. Some of them need engineering access to install. "

Eric slid into the desk chair, and ran a Tricorder over the data stick, noting the parameters and permissions of the programs and reviewing them quickly as the information scanned across his contact reader. "Looks fairly straight-forward," he said, sliding the stick into a port and keying in authorization for everything to open and update."

"Nothing too painful after all, Lieutenant. That should take about five minutes to decompress, update, and finish install." Eric checked a couple of other settings and then packed his equipment away, standing.

"These systems all had a level three diagnostic run about a month ago, so you should be good to go." He contemplated the Livingstone's new Intel officer and the fact that she hadn't answered his question and decided to let it pass.

"Well, if there wasn't anything else it was nice to meet you Lieutenant. Call my Eric, by the way and let me know if you need anything else. "

" Will do Eric and call me Thex. " The andorian replied politely a smile on her blue face.
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Thu, 28 Dec 2017 18:49:44 +0000
Talking Heads http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/114 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/114
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Sick Bay
Timeline - Day 20 0830

James was nearing the end of his morning walk. He had decided to visit the medical centre and speake to Lieutenant Rolvek.

The door slid open and James strode in to sick bay.
"Morning Doctor" He said after spotting the Valcan in his office.

The medical officer gazed up from his desk, “sir” he gave only on word as greeting as he nodded toward his commanding officer.

"Kerany has agreed for us to use her medical and transporter records to get an idea of how we can camouflage ourselves on the planet."

“I shall begin analysing the data, and formulating a suitable facial construction as soon as is practical, sir.” Rolvek was as dead pan as usual. “Do you require medical attention?”

James was always startled by the Vulcan's abruptness. "No, I was going to talk through the alterations if any we will need to disguise our self's."

“The data from the medical and transporter records should be sufficient to formulate a disguise.” The Vulcan remarked Cooley, “I take it there is something further to discuss? Or else there is a problem with the internal communications systems.”

James bit his lip, "When will be it practical?" James looked around the sick bay. "As if we need to order anything, that will have to be sorted before we leave."

Instead of responding Rolvek tapped at his monitor revealing a graphic of the species they were soon to appear as. It was of a male with a long pointed chin, from the top of the chin came long ridges that connected to ears not too dissimilar from Rolvek’s own ears.

Tapping his screen again Rolvek opened a list of supplies.

“I believe Captain, that we have most of the supplies needed. However we may need to acquire some more silicate resin.” The doctor stated “dependant on exactly how many crew you intend to send, and of which species.”

"I'm thinking a small away team, ten at most. Probably the officers and Texan, according to her records she has a talent for this sort of thing."

“Providing a disguise for a Ferengi, may be beyond my ability” Rolvek stated as if there was. I shame in admitting the defeat before he began.

James nodded he thought that it would have been very difficult but it was a blow, her bartering and scavenging skills would have been useful on the planet.

"I know you'll do your best. We'll need a medic down there so be prepaired to go yourself."

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Thu, 28 Dec 2017 16:45:49 +0000
Special Delivery http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/127 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/127
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Shuttlebay 3
Timeline - Day 24 21:00

James looked out of the control room window over the empty shuttle bay its wide door opened to space. His old squadron used to call that the “Barn door” and today, probably for the first time in Star Fleet history, that was an apt description, for today the Livingstone was to accept a consignment of six Andorian oxen.

Taxen was waiting apprehensively for the Commander to speak, his silence was making her increasingly agitated and she turned to look towards Kollin but realised it would be futile to break the silence; the Klingon’s attention was steadfast. The Andorians had been cautious to barter for the oxen wanting precise details concerning of the use of their animals, possibly afraid they were to be served up on a platter! Taxen had been unusually cautious about their usage but reassured the colony that the beasts would be returned, however, the Andorians had demanded an insurance payment in the unlikely event that not all or none of the Oxen returned.

James looked towards Kollin sat at the operations' desk, if she was nervous of the plan the Klingon Operations Officer did not show it. He could see by the interface in front of her that the shuttle was beginning its final run. Only a few moments passed and the large Starfleet runabout entered the loading bay and landed with what sounded like a large sigh. The Cargo Bay’s door closed and James could hear the faint hissing sound of the bay re-pressurising.

The ship carrying the cargo was now in full view, sitting on the landing Zone in-front of them. Holodeck 3 had been prepared to accommodate the oxen along with four Andorian Marines, one of whom had grown up on a farm and was particularly knowledgeable about managing this particular livestock. The sudden sound of a commotion echoed from the run-about the sedative would be wearing off and Taxen was certain she had informed the Commander about this particular breed’s aggressive nature. “All livestock aboard” came a voice through the intercom.

"Lieutenant, beam them straight to the holodeck" James was slightly disappointed he had wanted to look over the beasts before they were moved to their quarters.

Kollin's fingers moved across the interface and she grunted "Aye aye sir" as she did this.

James leaned forward. He presses an intercom button, then entered a code allowing him to broadcast to the ship.

"Please note the ship is at 24 hours notice to launch."
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Thu, 28 Dec 2017 16:44:19 +0000
Recerts http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/126 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/126
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - First Officer's Ready Room
Timeline - MD 22, 1400 Hours

Jasmine was manning her station, going over the last crew performance reviews. She noticed several officers were a little late on completing their rifle and hand held phaser qualifications. She started to pour through the list, she wanted to bring this oversight to the attention of the first officer.

“Commander, I would like to schedule in a time in the duty shift for the crew to recertify on the ranges, with the rifle and hand held devices, myself and Master Chief Macmanus can conduct the recertification's.” Pointed out Jasmine as she waited to hear what Commander Felnost was going to recommend. Jasmine figured there must have been a valid reason for delaying the last round of qualifications.

One of the joys of being XO was covering the posts that did not have a senior officer. While some had closed up due to new transfers, such as security, others had opened up. It was more of a challenge to juggle all of these balls than she had thought. The request from the new chief of security though snagged her mind in a way that only that posting could do. "How many are due to be recertified?" she inquired as she got up and walked towards the security station.

Jasmine began to create a list, she put the data up on a screen for the first officer to see. It was a long list, mostly enlisted, but a few of the senior staff as well. "Here is the list that I have, do you see any discrepancies, Commander?" asked Jasmine.

Akelia's eyes went down the list. Her prior service on a Nebula gave her an instinctive understanding for how many personnel were on the ship and the usual time required to keep certifications up. This list was larger than she had expected and she ticked off how she'd approach it as security chief. But that wasn't her job anymore and she needed to let the Livingstone's chief handle it.

"What are your recommendations for efficiently handling this list?" she inquired sensing a good chance to see how this new chief handled the position.

"I would like to start off with the senior officers that need recertification, and have Master Chief Macmanus, work with the enlisted, my goal is to get all key personal checked off first, people we send on standard away teams, then slowly down to everyone else on the list."

That was a interesting reply, she thought while aloud she said, "So you would oversee the officers?"

"I know my presence is not required for basic recertification, but it gives me a chance to meet some of the senior staff." Pointed out Jasmine, hoping the first officer would like her plan.

It was, for lack of a better word, an interesting approach to get to break the ice with the other officers. Akelia had never been one to worry much about getting to know people. In several areas, she actually avoided familiarity. Looking at the list again, she knew that the young officer here would have to rise or fall on her own merits.

"Very well. You'll have to verify certification schedules with the department heads anyways. I would suggest starting with our Chief Medical Officer since you have to have the boarding physical anyways. It'll be a good quid pro quo," she said. "Do you foresee any difficulties or areas of special attention given our upcoming mission?"

"I do not foresee any complications, with the upcoming mission. I will reach out to the doctor and the other senior staff as soon as possible. Thank you Commander, for your time, its appreciated."

"Be careful lieutenant, the unexpected is always something you should prepare for," she said as she headed back to her station. She knew the dangers far better than most.
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Fri, 22 Dec 2017 11:57:09 +0000
The Ferengi and the Oxen http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/125 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/125
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Taxen's Quarters

Taxen’s oversized ears had been catching snippets of whispered conversation along the corridors of the Ship about the next mission and she felt the mounting excitement of the crew. Her appetite had been further whetted when she discovered the landing party would be in disguise; Taxen would relish the opportunity to be part of such a performance. However, she had been tasked with sourcing the supplies needed for the mission.

She had once been a member of a Trade Mission supplying goods between the Ferengi Alliance and the Governments of other star systems. She would now need to reconnect with the trading crew she had once been a part of although contacting her old commander could be tricky, nevertheless paying special attention to his often rubbed earlobes could weaken his resolve; she smiled ruefully at the thought.

Taxen took the list given to her by Kollin to her spacious and well-furnished quarters (the bartering business was indeed her forte) … she needed to think (and painting her long blue fingernails would enable her to do just that) … there were strict Ferengi By-Laws governing business conducted by Ferengi females which she would have to circumvent, although they did permit trade with females who were non-Ferengi, however, Taxen visibly shuddered at the thought of Kollin’s dubious ability in the fine art of negotiation!

Looking down the list of supplies while her fingernails dried, Taxen realised that most of the equipment listed could be sourced through Starship trading routes within the Alliance’s Bye-laws. Nevertheless, her ears twitched when she read the word “oxen” followed by “x 6”. Her mind wandered and she suddenly whistled aloud to no one “The Ox and Lamb” … she had remembered, the holodeck programme where she had further honed her negotiating skills; Taxen felt giddy with excitement.

She had a number of contacts available to her which could help secure the required mammals but her first dealings would be with the Andorians. The Andorian bull was a larger but similar breed to that of the Lippershey 2 oxen so would blend in well with the new surroundings. However, there was also the rather not so small detail in that the bull could brood and stomp around and would need to be handled rather more aggressively, a fact Taxen must not forget to mention to the Captain.
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Sun, 10 Dec 2017 19:44:24 +0000
Working through http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/124 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/124
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Holo deck 2
Timeline - Day 21 18:30

Eric unconsciously held his breath as he hoisted the wheel up onto the freshly greased hub and twisted it slightly until it slid fully onto the axel. He fumbled with the linch pin, his greased hands slick still but managed to fit and tap it into place.

Stepping back to survey his work, he vocalized. “Computer, final notes on wagon construction, truck assembly, wheel and axel. Generally, the design notes for everything should be fine. Overall, any differences to construction can be explained from the lack of standardization from area to area. The away team can purchase replacement wheel grease and various items as they go to add authentic gear to the wagon to help it blend in.”

Stretching, Eric took a rag that wasn’t much cleaner than his hands from a back pocket and began wiping the worst from his hands as he continued. “I’ve written specs with variations by a few millimeters here and there purposely so that we’ll have some trouble fitting everything together, again to make the wagons appear hand fitted. Too perfect cuts and fitting won’t do. The thing I worry about is the painting and water proofing, but there again we can obtain local product for window dressing. I’ve worked up a few recipes based on local flora and fauna information that we have, and that should be close enough.”

He finished wiping the worst off and walked over to the work bench he’d been using in the workshop, looking over the wheel parts he’d built, just so he had an idea of the process, along with the hand hewn axels and other truckage. Tossing the rag toward a bin at the end of the bench, he continued. “Most of the metal smithing will be kept to a minimum, I think. Comm boosting gear can be built into the axels or similar as needed, of course. End.”

Eric moved to the next table and glanced over the array of items he’d designed to cover the technology the away team would need. The communicators would be easy to produce and each member could chose the bit of jewelry that fancied them. Tricorders were going to be a bit trickier, but wood and leather bound books or the such would probably be best, though tuned to the user. He’d played around with phasers, putting the components into the hilts of daggers and belt knives, but that was still up in the air, pending the Commander’s choice.

He needed some guidance though, such as if they were going to get some sort of animal to pull the wagons or lighten them up to be drawn by hand. If they were going to use animals, they’d need to get harnessing information down and consider how to source those as well. Sighing at the amount of work and small details he still had to work out, Eric headed for the exit planning on cleaning up and finding food as his stomach growled and reminded him he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. He picked up the shillelagh that he’d started using to give his leg a bit of support. Medical said his leg was as healed as it was going to be, but it still hurt when he stayed in place for too long and the recent zero-g work they’d been doing had made it ache in new and surprising ways.

He had paperwork to finish as well, which meant he had better dine in his office and he slipped out of the holodeck, ordering the computer to save and store the program. Eric’s mind churned over several things at once and he only briefly reflected that it was nice to have plenty of work that he was comfortable doing to keep his mind off his personal problems.

Briefly, he thought about Kiska and a pang of loneliness hit him as he descended in the turbo lift. His limp worsened slightly as he exited and walked toward his office. Minutes later he slid into his desk chair with a tray containing a large mug of coffee and plate of spicy szechuan shrimp stir fry. He called up some music and began sorting through maintenance reports, losing himself again.]]>
Sat, 09 Dec 2017 22:37:28 +0000
Reflections on progress http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/123 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/123
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Main Bridge
Timeline - Day 22 1035

Commander James Stevenson, the Commanding Officer of the USS Livingstone sat back in his chair. Visitors to the bridge would often ask about the chair, it was not the typical Captain’s chair. James had had a Pilot’s chair from a Razor fighter fitted with all the necessary technology and placed on the centre of the bridge. A small link to past glories.

As he sat there he began to reflect on the mission so far and how the preparation was progressing. There had been two more officers arrive on the ship who seemed to be making every effort to join in with the crew. Taxen was now tracking down items that the away team would have to be equipped with. The cultural briefing had gone well, although Kanery had been very upset. She had cried all the way to the shuttle which would take her home to her husband. James understood the reasons for her feelings, if not how she felt. She had chosen to leave her home planet for love, joining the previous Captain of the Livingstone and then had to watch as the ship’s crew descended into mutiny and subsequently found herself under arrest. With the Captain’s forced retirement from the service he had turned into a bitter man and because she had seen beyond the future of her own world and the prime directive had come into force, she was not allowed to return home.

Apart from Kernery’s obvious pain at the cultural briefing, James had felt it had gone well. Lieutenant Igh had begun to come up with a plan of how the crew would pass incognito whilst on the planet. James felt a little trepidation at the upcoming mission however he also understood it would be a complex undertaking. The away team would have to be placed a long distance, may be a few weeks away, from the target city and travel there on foot. Meanwhile the ship would have to remain hidden from the planet probably behind one of the moons.

At this current time James knew that the ships company were working to get the ship ready for the long mission. The Doctor had been researching the necessary techniques and equipment to change the away teams features to allow them to appear as locals on Lippershey 2. The Operation’s officer had an idea of how to travel around the planet, but this would require the building of a couple of wagons and Taxen had been dispatched to source some wood. He had faith in the Ferengi and her ability to pull the proverbial rabbit out of the hat, yet, the iron would prove more difficult. James would ask Lieutenant Westbrook to do some analysis of the asteroids and meteors in the local vicinity to see whether it was plausible to mine them. Once this was done James knew he would have to speak to the Chief Engineering Officer to see if they could manufacture the wagons.

James relaxed a little and let the bustle of the bridge go on around him. He felt that the ship and the crew were on track for the departure date which was in two weeks. Once they were on the way he would ask the Executive officers for their ideas about the ship approaching undetected and moving round the planet undercover.
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Sat, 09 Dec 2017 20:45:38 +0000
Mission Stores http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/115 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/115
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Main bridge
Timeline - Day 21 15:30

James approached the operations console where the newly promoted Klingon officer sat.

"Morning Lieutenant Igh. I wanted to catch up with you and run through the list of items we will need of our next mission."

“Yes Sir”, Kollin replied, annoyed at the interruption, however, as she turned away from the console to face the Commander he was heading in the direction of the ready room and Kollin followed smartly.

“Sit down …. Please Kollin, you were assigned the task of finding out what equipment the crew will need we’re heading to a pre-warp planet equivalent to Earth’s 16th Century.

Kollin had been disappointed with the next mission, pre-warp did not interest her but she was an obedient solider so mustered just enough enthusiasm to research the things the crew would need for the mission. However, she had begun to feel a kinship with this planet in learning that conflict and war were dealt with using primitive weapons; relying on strength and physical prowess; she was looking forward to partaking in the popular entertainment of attending public executions!

“Well Commander, on the little information we have on Lippershey 2 and cross referencing this with the habits on 16th century Earth, we need to arrive as Minstrels … Entertainers …

James nodded “I had thought about Traders”

“No Commander” Kollin rose from her seat “16th century entertainers travelled throughout the land and were strangers to all … it would be the ideal cover”

James calmly responded “Sit down Lieutenant”

Kollin reluctantly seated herself.

James nodded and smiled “sometimes it is best to hide in plain sight”

“Yes Sir” and to that end Kollin handed the PADD containing the list of her recommended supplies.

James leaned back in his chair and using his finger on the PADD scrolled down the list and every so often stopped to think.

“Iron and wood Lieutenant?” James questioned

“Essential components in the construction of wagons Sir, our 16th century mode of transport and perfect for hiding our 24th century equipment” said Kollin in full flow.

“Ok Lieutenant, find Taxen and give her this list; she will procure what we need”

Kollin stood up and nodded to the Commander and left the Ready Room.
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Fri, 08 Dec 2017 21:03:04 +0000
Checkup http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/117 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/117
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Sickbay
Timeline - Day 20 1500 Hours

Jasmine walked into sickbay after meeting with the Captain. She took a look around, and waited nervously near the exist. She was new to the ship and her crew. She would have preferred to start her duty shift, but she needed to be cleared by medical staff. Physicals were standard when boarding a new ship.

The Vulcan medical officer rose from his desk as he heard the door swish open, moving himself into greet the new entrant. “Can I help you?”

"Morning Doctor, I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Jasmine Haynes, just checking in to sickbay, it's my first day aboard" she said noticing he was Vulcan. She was a little relieved. Her unique situation, would make it easier to talk to him.

“Please be seated on biobed 2” Rolvek gestured toward the second biobed from the left, moving toward it himself, retrieving a medical tricorder on his way past a nurses station in the middle of the room. “Do you exercise regularly?”

She thought to herself, Here we go again. She took a small breath and walked over to bio bed 2, and hopped up on the bed. With a grin on her face she said. "Not as much as I should Doc"

“It states here that you are the ships head of Security.” The doctor noted checking a display above the biobed, “your role would benefit from you being in the best physical shape possible. Whether or not it has an effect on your medical health is yet to be seen.”

He started to scan the security chief with the tricorder he had retrieved earlier. “Do you have any medical concerns?”

"Concerns, not really. I feel great. I am keeping up on my meditations, and my emotional stability is in check. I have never felt so at peace, as I do at this moment. " she pointed out to him. She may be practicing Vulcan meditation but she was not Vulcan. She was learning how to control her emotions.

“Fascinating.” Rolvek commented, as his eyebrow raised up his face. “I have never met a human who has attempted to keep check of their emotions.” He allowed his intregue to sit in the room whilst he continued his checks.

"It's in my file, its not by choice, when I was young, a Vulcan saved my life and the life of classmate, she initiated two Vulcan bonds, we survived but there was significant damage to the hippocampus, amygdala, the bond stabilized us but it took a strain on that part of the brain, we have a harder time controlling our emotional reactions, more than standard humans do" she said, realizing that humans were emotionally charged creatures.

"Before you ask, I have considered kohlinar, and openly reject it, I like my emotions, but I do take steps to limit them, the Vulcan meditations techniques are a big help" she said, waiting to see what the doctor was going to say.

If Rolvek were human then he might have felt off guard. He usually kept on top of new personelle files. With such a big influx of new crew members he was unable to keep on top of them.

“You should re-consider Kohlinar, you have allowed your fear to dictate your path.” Rolvek’s voice sounded so calm and collected, yet there still seemed to be a stress on his point. “How often do you meditate?”

"Every night varies from one hour to three, depending on the day, and I have been known to meditate in the morning from time to time, if I feel I need more stability" she pointed out to him. Realizing her patterns were not consistent.

"I like my emotions, I am human, and I want to have them." she said being a little defensive on the Kohlinar comment. She knew it was his job to offer alternatives. She was not interested in purging her emotions. She liked them.

Rolvek finished up his scans. “Please follow me”. His direction was blunt, as he led jazz into an adjoining room where a treadmill stood against the wall. “I need to ensure, your physical fitness meets Star Fleet requirements for humans. Please step up onto the treadmill.”

"Okay, shouldn't I be wearing workout gear" she asked teasingly, as she stepped onto the treadmill. This was new for her. She grinned nervously, wondering where he was going with this physical.

“If you wish I could suspend the medical, whilst you get changed. However you shouldn’t need to run for more than 5 minutes.” The Doctor would not relish the inconvenience, “Star Fleet uniform is designed with perspiration in mind.”

"I rather get this over with, if you don't mind" she said with a grin on her face. She waited for him to start this next set of tests.

Rolvek started the examination, usually these tests would be reserved for Fighter pilot physicals, but Lieutenant Haynes’ lack of exercise troubled the doctor.

After five minutes of scanning Rolvek shut off the treadmill. “Your examination is now complete, you meet all medical standards nesisary. However I would recommend ensuring you exsercise for at least fifteen minutes daily.”

"I will keep that in mind Doctor, see you around" she said as she hopped off the bio bed and left sickbay, before the doctor changed his mind.
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Wed, 06 Dec 2017 21:14:45 +0000
Kal-Toe http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/122 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/122
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Lounge
Timeline - Day 21, 1900 Hours

Jazzy was getting off duty. It was time for her to head back to her quarters. She needed to meditate before she had dinner. Being around a new crew was a little taxing on her. Plus it had been a few days since she last meditated. She grabbed some earth scented artificial candles and set up a place on the floor for her to meditate. She used a traditional yoga mat with a Vulcan throw blanket with the idic symbol on it.

She started to meditate, trying to unwind her mind from the daily stress she had been subjugated to. She was the new chief of security and chief tactical officer, a role she was not expecting to be taken on, she assumed she was going to be the assistant chief of security and assistant chief tactical officer. She was getting bombarded with security protocols, procedures, security clearance level requests, investigation reports, and so on.

She found she rather enjoyed all of the excitement the position offers, where some would flee, she embraced the role. At first the role seemed very difficult, but the further she dug into the role. It was not that bad, and she was able to adapt pretty quickly.

She smiled as she sat alone in her quarters, practicing Vulcan meditation. Unlike most Vulcans, she preferred to think positivity as she sat in the room alone, avoid of distractions and was able to clear her mind of them.

For the past two nights she started by meditating first, then had dinner and then went to the mess hall and lounge area before calling it a night. She mainly did this to get a feel for the social life on the USS Livingstone. Somewhere in between there, she managed to reach out to Luke and T’Vok, and her family in general. The past forty days had been fun and slightly a blur.

She had absorbed so much information that she had realized that really did not leave her any time to make friends yet. She wanted to change that. She liked being the social butterfly. And recently she had been the silent type and observing.

She was trying to recall everything that had transpired over the past two days. She met the entire bridge crew, the senior staff, made friends with the doctor and others. She had reached out to Luke and was trying to help her oldest friend out. He was struggling, but so was she and so was T’Vok.

They were struggling but they were are all doing okay, and only T’Vok and Jazzy studied Vulcan meditation, Luke was trying his own variation of healing meditation based around earth culture. He was working with a human counselor.

Her meditations and needing to stabilize her condition with her new assignment, did make her miss a few important dates on the USS Livingstone. She missed the promotion party of Dawson. On Day 2 the crew celebrated with Dawson, however Jazzy choose to spend the night studying up on policies and procedures. She only had two weeks, before the Livingstone was going to depart Deep Space 3.

But today was now day three, she felt a little better about her position and what to expect after only two days aboard. She reached out and opened a dialogue with Zeke and made a new friend down in sickbay, with Doctor Rolvek. She was debating on heading down to the ship’s lounge area. She was not sure what she was going to find.

Some ships had wild parties, while others were a bunch of old timers that sat around reminiscing about the good old days. She would rather party it up and have a good time. She continued to meditate realizing that she was very distracted with thought. She knew she was distracted because this was a new assignment and she wanted to fit and reach out and meet everyone.

But for the moment she needed to allow her mind a chance to heal and to meditate. She sat there, going over the steps to the vulcan meditation, about an hour passed, which seemed like a blink of an eye once she was able to drown out all of the distractions. For the past two days she had been trying to get on focus with her meditations. Today she was able to do it, successfully. She was very pleased by this, small victory. It was a sign that she was settling into her role and new home.

She decided after her meditation, she was going to leave the comforts of her quarters and head down to the lounge area. She saw the good doctor setting up a game of Kal-toe at one of the tables. She walked over to him. “Do you mind if I play a game with you, Doctor” she asked, hoping he would say yes.

“Kal-Toe is a complex mathematical, and strategic game. It takes a number of years to master.” The Vulcan explained, “are you aware of the rules and strategies involved?”

To most Rolvek would seem rude in his bluntness. Something he was blissfully unaware of.

"Doctor, you puzzle me, would I not be asking to play if I did not, know the rules" she playful teased him in a sarcastically serious tone, trying to do her Vulcan impression. She raised her eyebrow at him.

Rolvek raised his eyebrow in return, “I have had a great number of crewmates ask to play previously, who did not know the game. However you are correct, their actions have been illogical.”

He gestured over to the seat opposite, “shall we commence?”

A waiter stopped by the table. "Can I get you something Miss" asked the waiter with a warm smile on her face.

"Peppermint Tea please" said Jazzy, as she took a seat directly across from Rovlek. She noticed the game was set. She smiled for a brief second then put on her game face.

"And you sir" asked the Waitress.

“Water please”

“What else?” The waitress sighed as she turned away. Leaving Rolvek to begin gameplay.

They started to play the game, the waitress came by but did not interrupt them. Jazzy first couple of moves were conservative, she wanted to see how good he really was. But her competitive spirit kicked in and she noticed a few people gathered around the table.

Jazzy was a better player than most of his opponents. She had been playing the game for the past four years, but clearly Rolvek had more years of experience. He was very good, but Jazzy was not giving up.

They continued to play for a while. Eventually he won the game. "Impressive Doctor" she called out to him. "Perhaps soon we can have rematch" she asked, wondering what he would say?

“You play well, however you still require experience. I would encourage further plays.” The Doctors comment almost sounded like a taunt, however everything he said was in undoubtabe senserity.
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Meeting the captain. http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/116 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/116
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Captain's ready room
Timeline - Day 20 1246

The turbolift door opened as the new andorian intelligence officer stepped onto the bridge. She grinned to herself as she felt a few of the bridge crew eyes turn to the new member of the crew before turning back to their station.

Walking over to the captain's ready room the andorian pressed the door alarm waiting for a reply.

The door slid open, and James looked up to see a slender female walk in to his office.

"Welcome aboard Lieutenant." James new he would struggle with the pronunciation of the new crew members name so decided just to use her rank.

He pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk. "Please take a seat."

" Thank you sir." The andorian replied as she sat down opposite the captain. " I'm happy to be here."

James looked across the desk at the ships new Chief Intelligence Officer.

"I hope the journey out to Deep Space 3 was to arduous for you." He paused to look at the Padd in front of him.

"I see that after your first assignment, you have not been on a ship for any length of time. Have you done much deep space work?" He asked.

" A little sir. The Cape Town was mostly changing down slavers and gun runners out on the borders." Thex replied.

James nodded, "Your captain writes a glowing report of your actions."

James handed her a Padd, "This contains all the information on our next mission. We're only going to be the second time Starfleet has been out this far. There is no net work of agents and not very much back ground information, So you'll be having to think a lot on your feet."

James took a sip from the glass of water on his desk.

" May be some contacts not on the books. I'll have a word with some friends back at command and see if they know anyone." Thex replied as her blue eyes gazed over the padd. " What about the rumors sir. Is there anything I need to know?" She inquired. She like most of the fleet by now had heard rumors of a mutiny.

James shrugged his shoulders, he knew the rumours that had circulated around Starfleet.

"That was just over a year ago. Since then all of the old executive officers have been moved on, keep your ear to the ground though. I don't think most of the crew will be happy were having to go back."

" Will do sir. I'll keep an eye on them." Thex responded as she pocketed the padd.

James nodded at her reply. "We have a couple of weeks before we're scheduled to leave, so use the time wisely, once we are on our way we'll be on our own."

" Very good sir. If there's nothing else that you think i should know i'd like to get down to my office and make sure my stuff has arrived." Thex responded smiling slightly.

James nodded "Yes, please go and make your self at home"

" Thank you sir." Thex replied as she stood up and exited the room. She had a good feeling about this assignment.
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Tue, 05 Dec 2017 14:21:28 +0000
Welcome abourd. http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/120 http://usslivingstone.co.uk/index.php/sim/viewpost/120
Mission -

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Voyage to Mutiny
Location - Main Bridge
Timeline - Day 20 1100 Hours

James herd the door buzz to announce the arrival of an other officer. He left the report he was reading and walked to the door. As it opened it reviled the ships new Chief Security and Tactical Officer.

"Afternoon Lieutenant Haynes, welcome aboard" He said and gestured with his arm towards the Tactical station behind the Captains chair.
"Shall we"

Jasmine was a little surprised, that he did not interview her, and when was she going to meet the new chief of security, her department head? She noticed the captain wanted to get straight down business. She could respect that.

She walked over to the tactical station, and inputted her command codes. She noticed a typo. "Captain, there seems to be an issue with my authorization codes" she said, wondering why it stated she was the chief of security. There had to be a mistake.

James looked at the console,

"That right, your to head the department." James stared at the young officer, "USS Carpathia's Captain recommended you." He watched again as she typed in her codes.

"Thank you sir, I'm speechless" she said in shock. She was honored and not expecting to be a department head. She knew what she was going to be doing after hours tonight, trying to get caught up on security logs and protocols for a chief.

"Obviously you'll need to sort your department's shifts, but I expect you to be here on all alerts." James instructed. Then he added a more friendly tone. " You have a couple of weeks before we lunch to get used to the systems and for your department to get used to you"

"Aye Captain, I have submit my department shift rotation to the first officer as soon as possible" she said, as she became familiar with the tactical display systems of the USS Livingstone.

"Captain, I'll make you proud" she smiled as she continued to familiarize herself with the tactical display.

James nodded."I belive you will."
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