Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera
Subject: End of shift/Staff meeting
Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 – Bridge – 1441
As much as he enjoyed (and, perhaps, even preferred) his seat at the helm over the Big Chair, the flight control station wasn’t the most conducive spot from which to tend his duties as the ship’s XO. Considering that he had plenty of work in that vein to attend and given the fact that Silas had yet to return to the Bridge, Tochi had, nearly an hour ago, relinquished the helm to Kook and spent the time since perched in the command seat pouring over departmental reports and myriad other files that required but had not yet been given his attention.
The bulk of it was standard, administrative bilge, really – repair reports on Peregrine’s Antimatter Field Injector and the resultant refit of the associated Primary Transference Inverter, some minor turnover of enlisted personnel, and the like – which is why the Trill had set much of it on the proverbial backburner. There was one matter, though, that had been nagging at him for the better part of the ship’s time in spacedock and, once he’d waded his way through the backlog of inconsequentials, it was that particular issue that Tochi was determined to address. As he scrolled through the list files he had queued up, however, he discovered that the directory in which he had compiled all the reports, notes, and communiques regarding the matter was missing…
Again?! Zai heaved a sigh that lay somewhere between disbelief and frustration. What in the names of all the frilling ancestors is going on?
…Asovil had come to him, nearly a week ago, asking if he had seen the reports she had filed about her Dark Matter Displacement Method data and research repeatedly and surreptitiously disappearing from the computer. He had assured her, then, that he hadn’t even received such reports, let alone read any of them, but promised that he would look into the matter. Initially, he had wanted to attribute it to possible damage the ship had sustained when the Rytain radicals bomb had gone off and, to that end, had ordered both Ops and Engineering to run recursive diagnostics on the computer core and all sub-nodes and relays, ship wide. When even the most comprehensive of those efforts failed to identify a possible cause, he had requested the repair and refit crews from the starbase (in coordination with Peregrine’s own people, of course) to perform a physical inspection (and replacement, if necessary) of all ODN conduits and relays. Still, despite that invasive inspection, nothing unusual was found…
…Strangest of all, Tochi found himself musing, not for the first time, unless there are things going unreported, only the data and files related to Asovil’s dark matter research seem to be affected. The Trill stopped scowling at the console long enough to massage an ache that had begun to build at the base of his skull and threatened to creep into his brain. Another vexed sigh whispered past his lips as he jabbed a finger at the console, closing the file list, and made a mental note to be sure this particular item was brought to the fore at the staff meeting.
“Commander, sir,” Tochi looked up to see Nyle standing before him, rendering a salute, “I believe I'm due to relieve you as Command now.”
Relieve me of… Zai blinked, glanced at the chrono, and blinked again as he started to haul himself out of the chair. “Right,” he said, quickly returning the salute before gesturing vaguely at the Big Chair, “We stand relieved. The Bridge is yours, Lt Nyle.”
“Thank you, sir,” the Daa’Vit returned as the XO turned for the turbolift.
“Thank you, Lieutenant,” Tochi called back over his shoulder, “Enjoy your shift.”
As Nyle claimed his first ride in the Big Chair, Zai stepped into the lift and, as the door slid closed, lifted a hand to, once again, rub at the nagging ache in his neck. “Deck 5,” he commanded, “We could use a good, strong raktajino.”
((OOC: Tochi will be in The Aerie nursing an extra strong Klingon coffee (or two) from ~1500 – 1540. Following that, he’ll be found making his way to the staff meeting… just in case anyone wanted to bump into him in that time. ))
Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine, Captain's Mess – 1600
Occupying his customary seat to Drake’s right, LCDR Zai sipped at what was left of the raktajino he’d carried with him from The Aerie. The strength and spice of the stuff had gone a long way toward easing the headache which had been threatening him and, despite the still gnawing concerns over Asovil’s computer problems, had also produced a notable upswing in his frame of mind. As each of the senior officers had entered the Captain’s Mess, Tochi had greeted them with a smile and engaged in a moment or two of chit-chat before Silas arrived and everyone took their places.
From his place at the head of the table, Captain Drake took a moment to look them all over before drawing a breath. "Thank you all for joining me," he stated. "Once again, the Peregrine has seen a large amount of turnover; I'd like to officially welcome Lieutenant Tal, Lieutenant Nyle, and Doctor Reine aboard. Furthermore, I'd like to welcome Commander Thorson back."
Drake glanced down at his PADD for a moment before continuing. "Let's go ahead and address the elephant in the room. I am well aware that my face has been plastered all over the holovids of late. Yes, I was court martialed for my actions in the Gamera system. I was, in fact, acquitted of all serious charges. No, I am not particularly interested in rehashing any of this. My focus is on the missions to come, as should yours be."
After a slight pause, he continued. "Now, then. Since Lieutenant Lasad has transferred out, I do need to name a Second Officer." Glancing to his left, he acknowledged his new Tactical Chief. "Lieutenant Tal, you have technically been a full Lieutenant longer than Lieutenant Nyle. However, while on medical leave, you did not accumulate seniority, which means that Lieutenant Nyle has a little over three months on you. This makes the decision very clear." Drake then fixed his gaze on the new Daa'Vit Operations chief. "Congratulations, Lieutenant Nyle - you are now officially the Second Officer of the USS Peregrine."
Setting his mug aside, Tochi made a note on his own PADD, then, offering the Daa’Vit a faint nod, said; “Congratulations, Nyle.”
"Moving on," the Captain spoke as the projector flared to life to reveal a star chart, “Starfleet Command has ordered us to proceed to the Trevil system, which lies in the middle of an important shipping lane that has come under attack several times by pirate vessels in the past few weeks. Starfleet Intelligence has reason to believe that another attack is imminent, so we will be patrolling the lane from Trevil, through Akgor, and back as far as Denbir…"
Wonderful, Tochi sighed inwardly, tipping the mug to his lips, again, before tapping out a few more notes, back to patrol. We can, at least, hope for it to be a more eventful route than our last pirate chasing venture, I suppose.
…A glance around the table revealed less than enthused expressions. "Yes, we have drawn guard duty, which is hardly glamorous or interesting - but which is vital to the interests of the Federation," Drake reminded them.
“At this point, Captain,” Tochi scoffed absently, “we think it’s likely preferable to escorting diplomats.”
Drake’s gaze settled back on Kara, then. "Lieutenant Tal, I got your message. I think that drills are an excellent idea. I'd like for you to put together a proposed schedule, and have it on my desk by 0900 on Monday, please."
The Trill arched a brow at this… Drills?... It was the first he’d heard of it; not that he found that particularly surprising as hectic as things had been. He tapped another note into the PADD, then, and drained away the rest of his raktajino.
The Captain looked back around the table. "Are there any other concerns? Any items I should know about, anything else that we should be preparing for?"
“Yes, sir,” Tochi spoke, pushing both the PADD and the empty mug away as he folded his hands on the table, “First, I believe we speak for all of us when I say it’s good to have you back. We weren’t looking forward to having to train a new Captain should it have turned out otherwise.” He glanced to his right, then, and met Asovil’s sapphire eyes for an instant before continuing. “Secondly and, perhaps more important,” he intoned, “Lt Sh’iraolnas has been experiencing some rather disconcerting oddities, shall we say, where the computer is concerned. It seems that any data, files, and/or communications regarding her research into her Dark Matter Displacement Method – which proved instrumental to our success in the Gamera system – has repeatedly and surreptitiously disappeared from our systems…”
He went on to detail the issue and the actions he and the crew had taken to identify and correct the problem, explaining that, regardless of their efforts, there had been no problems found with the computer’s hardware or software that might point to a cause.
“…As far as we are aware, sir,” Tochi said in conclusion, “the only items affected seem to be those even remotely associated with Lt Sh’iraolnas’ work. While we have no concrete evidence that it might be related to a security breach, we do believe there is a definite cause for concern, here.”
((OOC: Cutting it off there for interjection and continuation as need be. Will address anything further as it is posted by others.))
Posted on 2018-10-25 at 11:04:02.
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Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject:
The meeting with Crandel’s priestess of Miellyah seemed to have exhausted any leads that might have been found in the village and, to that end, the party had returned to the Nicked Shill. There, over a meal, it had been decided that they would do best to rest up and, in the morning, venture west in hopes of rooting out the source of the evil that plagued the area. Ch’dau had argued for leaving sooner – in the evening when the cursed shamblers were more likely to be about – but in the end, a full night’s rest was deemed best. The following morning, the Silver Cat of Coria said his goodbyes to Mort and Nya and set out with his companions into the mist-choked countryside.
The day, like the march, dragged on uneventfully; too much so for Ch’dau’s liking. The morning hours reminded him much of the trek that had brought them to Crandel, in the first place. Then, in the afternoon, he noticed the distinct lack of noise; there were no birds singing, no insects chittering, nothing but the occasional whistle of the wind and, once and again, an odd crackling noise, but nothing more. The deathly silence and the oppressiveness of the mists had gone a long way toward raising the Kazari’s hackles along with his wariness and when, as dusk began to settle, the party was confronted by a single form shambling out of the fog, Ch’dau was among the first to reach for his steel… in fact, he had all but pulled his baldes and was poised to hack the shamble to rotting pieces when, almost to his disappointment, the figure reveled itself to be a more or less living human.
"Gods be praised!" the battered and bloody woodsman cried out as he stumbled toward them. "Ye are livin' folk! Please, 'elp me! Me wife and boys, they're in tha cabin, but tha dead 'ave crawled from the ground, an' are tryin' to drag us down wit' 'em! The 'ad me, nearly killed me, but I go' away, went fer 'elp, I did.. gods be praised, ye lot are 'ere! Please, there are too many fer me, I canna save them meself! Please, I beg 'o ye, I'll do anythin'... please save me family!"
Ch’dau moved to intercept the man or, at least, prop him up before he fell face first into the dirt. “This cabin, human,” he rumbled, waiting for one of the clerics to come see to the man’s injuries, “Where is it?”
((OOC: Assuming an answer of some sort… ))
At the man’s words, the Kazari looked to Aranwen and the expression on his feline face was not one seeking orders or even asking permission. Instead, without the words needing to be spoken, the big cat’s look said; “I’m going. Who else?”
((OOC: Ch'dau's not going to wait long, I don't think. If the rest start to 'debate the best course of action' ol' grumpy cat may just head for the cabin whilst they do... even if he knows it's probably a bad idea... *sigh* playing to character is dangerous, sometimes.  ))
Posted on 2018-10-22 at 15:28:02.
Edited on 2018-10-22 at 15:29:48 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera
Subject: "Aye, sir! Punching it!"
Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 – Bridge, 1157
Tochi edged past the still opening turbolift door, strode purposefully onto the bridge, and offered a nod of acknowledgement (or was it apology) to Captain Drake as P’Tammah slid out from behind the helm. “Thank you, Vaela,” he murmured, taking the seat himself, now.
"Lieutenant Nyle, reporting for duty as the Chief Operations Officer, sir."
"Cutting it a bit close, aren't we, Lieutenant?"
Seems to be the way of things every time we visit this starbase, Tochi mused absently as he verified that Peregrine was clear of all moorings and brought the ship’s maneuvering thrusters to station-keeping.
Behind him, Silas ordered Lt Nyle to his post and, after a brief pause, said; “Maneuver us clear when you’re ready, Commander Zai.”
“Aye, sir,” Tochi responded, “All moorings and gantry-ways are clear, RCS and Impulse engines are online. Taking us out, now.” A quick series of taps on his console started the ship in motion and brought her about to face the spacedoor that was now yawning open. The Trill couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight of the stars beyond and, for a fraction of a second, he entertained the notion of leaving the station in Peregrine’s wake at half-impulse. Decorum won out over desire, though, and, per protocol, LCDR Zai eased the ship into space using only thrusters.
Once they were clear of the station, the Captain gave the next order. "Tochi, take us out at heading 225, mark 110, one quarter impulse, please."
“225 mark 110, one quarter impulse” Zai acknowledged as he adjusted course and nudged the impulse engines to life, “Aye, sir.”
Moments later, Tochi heard Drake get to his feet. “Commander Zai, I’ll be in my Ready Room,” Silas stated, “Let me know when we hit about thirty million kilometers from Starbase 118; that ought to put us safely out of any traffic. You have the CONN.”
“Acknowledged, Captain,” the Trill returned, “Present velocity should see us at your waypoint in 26.7 minutes.”
Despite having the Bridge, Tochi remained at the helm, for the duration of those 26 minutes. Sitting in the Big Chair was all well and good but he’d had his fill of it in the past few days; he was perfectly content to be at Peregrine’s controls, again, and tend to his command duties from there. The time passed uneventfully, of course – the only minor exception to that being Eric’s brief appearance and the chorus of “welcome backs” that it precipitated – and, at 1226 hours, the CONN chirped to let Tochi know that they were nearing the specified distance from Starbase 118. He tapped the console to silence the notification and sent a message to Silas.
In short order, Captain Drake emerged from his Ready Room and slid back into the command chair. “Commander Zai, lay in a course for the Trevil system please,” he spoke.
With a nod, Tochi glanced at the NAV panel, plotted a course for the Trevil system, and cued up the warp drive. “Course laid in, Captain,” he said, glancing back at Drake, “we are good to go.”
Silas hesitated a moment, staring at the stars scattered across the viewscreen, then nodded; “Warp factor five; engage.”
With pleasure! Zai’s gaze turned back to the viewscreen and his hand fell on the console. The view outside distorted. Stars turned to streaks, and the view shifted away to the surreal visuals of a ship at warp.
“Commander Zai, I think I will drop by and introduce myself to our new Chief Medical Officer,” Silas intoned after a moment, “Once again, you have the CONN.”
“Of course, Captain,” Tochi smiled, “We think you’ll find her quite interesting.”
Posted on 2018-10-19 at 12:59:14.
Edited on 2018-10-19 at 13:18:19 by Eol Fefalas
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