<SM_James> Summary: Claymore is approaching DS3, ETA 3 minutes. They have been granted priority docking clearance, and are currently down two crew. Somewhere, probably on the bridge, that is probably challenge accepted.

<SM_James> Star Trek: A Call to Duty is proud to present the USS Claymore in: "Reflection"

<SM_James> Episode 1: "Time to Come Home" (12205.07)

<SM_James> =/\= BEGIN MISSION =/\=

<SM_James> Scene: It's early afternoon, alpha shift, and Claymore is in hailing range of DS3. Warp exit point, 3 minutes and counting.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::at the operations station, having already gotten docking clearance.  His work done until they shift to station power.::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Doing something unusual and standing on the bridge at Science 1 as they approach DS3::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: On the bridge at security, not too concerned as things seem quiet, but still keeping watch.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::sits, uneasily, in the center chair, having more or less avoided this until this point::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Wonders why Davis appears to be dancing his backside around in the center seat.....Is he uncomfortable?::

<SM_James> Scene: As Claymore draws closer, it can be easily determined that DS3 is quite busy. For every ship that launches, there's a new one ready to take its place. Claymore appears to be in just such a situation.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: glances over at the professor at science, curious what or maybe why, she is there.::

<CMO_LtJg_Stevens> ::tosses her PADD on the desk, decidedly done with done with her paperwork for the day::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::notes in the system that Operations has reported docking clearance has been granted::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks up at helm to see who is there::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Still familiarizing herself with the console layout, but glances up at the viewscreen for a moment.::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: at helm ::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: shuts down long range sensors as they are not needed, but leaves up short range sensors just because.  Then looks over at science::  CSO: Professor... is there something I can help you with?

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> XO: Arriving at DS3 in 3, 2, 1 :: drops out of warp at the nav point ::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::checks that the priority clearance includes a docking bay and approach instructions forwarding those to the helmsman::

<SM_James> ACTION: Claymore reaches DS3, and sensors show the USS Kingsley launching from what, as the system indicates shortly thereafter, is Claymore's assigned birth. DS3 hands Claymore a flight path that will direct her around the departing Kingsley.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Upon hearing 'Professor' looks up immediately - and then wonders at the fact that her response was still axiomatic.:: CTO: No, I'm just familiarizing myself with the consoles layout and capabilities. ::Then realizes that the CTO probably doesn't know about what happened.:: CTO: I'll be filling the CSO slot for the time being.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::also notes the directions from DS3::  FCO: Maneuvering thrusters along the approach just relayed to us.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ALL: Adjusting vector per Traffic Control telemetry, assigned birth is Alpha thirteen. :: applies thrust to path ::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::leans forward, staring intently at the station as it becomes increasingly close; the other vessels--some docked, some moving--are hard to ignore::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: blinks::  CSO:  You will? ::lifts a brow curiously, but now does not seem the time to ask::  If you need any assistance at science, let me know.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::holds his earpiece for a moment:: XO: Apparently we have a station commander waiting in the airlock to meet us, sir.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods::  OPS: Understood. ::keeps looking at the view screen::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CTO: Of course.  Thanks for the offer.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: while passing the Kingsley makes the claymore do a slight wave with an port/starboard roll back and forth for a second ::

<SM_James> ACTION: DS3 looms large on the screen as Claymore approaches. Her assigned docking bay doesn't even bother closing as the Kingsley gets out of the way, but just resets and readies to receive.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: gives a brief smile as she continues to lock down various parts of tactical for both safety as well as they should not be needed.::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> XO: Also showing an engineering team ready to aid with repairs.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> XO: Initiating auto dock procedure on your command

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: slows claymore to almost all stop awaiting orders ::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Continues exploring the Science station and it's different menus and subroutines.::

<SM_James> ACTION: Three more ships drop out of warp, two Starfleet and one civilian, and approach DS3.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::checks the station communication link then sits back::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::checks to Fong, then T'alin, before leaning back and now checking his console, which shows a diagram of Claymore's position relative to the station and the moorings::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> FCO: Proceed. Steady as she goes.

<CMO_LtJg_Stevens> ::leaves her office and steps into sickbay, checking on the remaining nurses on duty::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: initiates auto dock, monitors for any hiccups between the station computer and claymore's ::

<SM_James> ACTION: Claymore's helm display flickers from green, to yellow, to red. Claymore makes the very smallest course correction, then proceeds slowly to meet up with the station.

<Computer> All: Docking sequence completion in 30 seconds.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ALL: Atta Girl.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: Pulls up the supply list for a quick recheck before sending it to OPS::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: looks up and over at T’alin and smiles before hitting enter.::

<SM_James> ACTION: Claymore steadily begins to decrease speed, until her speed reaches 0 a second before she slides neatly into place, moorings secured.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> OPS: Can you find out what the station commander's intention is here? Are we meeting him aboard the station or is he coming aboard?

<Computer> All: Docking sequence complete.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Hearing the computer stating that they are going to be docked in 30 seconds, she starts closing out the SCI 1 console and once the various subdirectories are closed, she signs out of the console.::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::gets a ping from his terminal, checks the resuply request from tactical, verifies it against the information from the quartermaster then sends it up the chain of command...to the XO for actual approval::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> XO: Docking clamps engaged, docking sequence complete.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::Nods::  FCO: Understood. 

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::activates the ship wide comm::  *Ship wide*: This is the Bridge. Claymore has docked at Deep Space 3. Stand by until further notice for any movement to the station. When permission is granted, department heads will give the final go ahead.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::checks ship computer and power flow status as the umbilicals are attached, he sends a query to station flight control:: XO: Checking now.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: finishes lock down and looks up at the XO::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> XO: Station Commander is here for you.  Location is your choice, sir.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::stands up; he's not feeling as awkward as he was a few moments ago, but this situation doesn't feel quite right to him::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> OPS: Let him know I'll be in the Conference Room here off the Bridge.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::grabs his PADD off the XO chair and is overwhelmed by resupply requests, personnel changes and updates, and a wide array of other items::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::nods and sends the signal to the officer standing by at the docking hatch::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> *Ship wide*: Permission to disembark is granted. All crew should verify with their supervisors and duty rosters to ensure appropriate coverage.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: Contacts her group they were free to disembark, following the schedule set up.::

<OPS2_Ens_Deveraux> ::having pulled 'dock watch' duty she reads the message from Operations then moves to the hatch, looking around for the most rank she can find::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::quickly glances at others on the Bridge, not really wanting to say anything else, more out of anxiety for whatever the station commander might want::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Decides to wait for T’alin, and then realizes that she's a supervisor now and pulls a PADD out of the utility pocket of her duty slacks and sees the requests to disembark piling up already....It's not that she's not used to getting requests, but she forgot what it's like herding cats since she was no longer a professor.::

@<SC_Capt_Benson> ::moves toward the airlock, a team of about 10 engineers with him, as though he owns the place--well, he is the commander::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::taps one button approving the dock side time schedule that he and the department had decided on.::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: lifts a brow at Davis and leans back at her station... she was not going anywhere for now.::

<OPS2_Ens_Deveraux> ::spots a Captain with red command markings on his uniform in the group of engineers.  She steps forward:: SC: Sir.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Starts going down the list of requests to disembark and checks them off one at a time - all but the last five - because - well someone needs to stay aboard.::

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::arrives on the Bridge::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: looks over as the lift doors open::

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::lumbers around the central area, but circles towards Davis::

<SC_Capt_Benson> ::pauses briefly and glances over, offering the quickest smile:: OPS2: At ease, ensign. I'm here for your first officer, if you would.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::As much as she'd like to go ashore, she wonders if she should head to the Science Office and figure out her department and get some things in order.  Sends the FCO a note to say that she'll be in the CSO's office if he wants to swing by.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> *Engineering*: Davis to Engineering, be advised you'll have DS3-based teams arriving shortly.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Heads for the Turbolift.::

<EO3_Ens_Grant> *XO*: Acknowledged.

<CMO_LtJg_Stevens> ::cocks her head at the announcement and salutes at the nurse with a smile:: All: Make sure you get some time on the station, yes?

<SC_Capt_Benson> ACTION: Almost as though on queue, OPS and the CEO receive refit orders from sector command. Priority 3.

<OPS2_Ens_Deveraux> ::nods curtly, then motions to the other officer on dock duty who is checking off folks as they disembark:: SC: He said that he would meet you in the bridge conference room.  Would you like an escort sir?

<SC_Capt_Benson> ::shakes his head:: OPS2: I know the way. Appreciate the offer though, thank you.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::sighs and mutters under his breath:: Self: If you send the information before we get here we can have things in place for the work, but no.

<OPS2_Ens_Deveraux> ::nods and returns to her post after signaling operations::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::looks over at a blip noise:: XO: Station Commander, Captain Benson is on his way now, sir.

<SC_Capt_Benson> ::strides through, moving straight for a turbolift and stepping in, ordering the bridge::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: sends a message back, he has a quick departmental meeting and would catch up  ::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods to Fong::  OPS: Thank you Lieutenant.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Arrives in the TL and has to look over her PADD to see where her 'office' is.:: TL; Deck 14.  ::Outloud but to no one in particular:: Seriously?  Deck fourteen?  You'd think that would warrant a better location than deck 14.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::sees Gulash::  MOPS: Lieutenant, you'll have the Bridge here momentarily--I'll be in the Conference Room, I think, for a time, and then may depart the ship briefly

<Computer> CSO: Would you like to restate your request?

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> TL: Deck fourteen.  How hard is that?

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  XO: Aye, sir. ::wonders how many consecutive station visits he'll be stuck with Bridge duty while the ship is docked::

<SC_Capt_Benson> ACTION: The turbolift seems to actually think about Simmons's question for a second. But, then it starts on its way.

<SC_Capt_Benson> ::steps off the lift and onto the bridge, starts in direction of the conference room, then changes course, heading for Davis instead.

@<HFI_CW3_Veni> :: standing on the transporter PADD waiting on the transporter chief to signal ops and ask for permission to come aboard ::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: still observing::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Exits the TL when it opens - making sure it *is* deck 14, and then starts looking around for her office.::

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::makes way for Benson, fading in to the background towards the center chair::

<CMO_LtJg_Stevens> ::steps out of sickbay and into the hallway towards the turbolift::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: locks down the helm station heads for flight's conference room ::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::stiffens slightly, which is what passes for standing at pseudo attention these days::  SC: Captain. Welcome aboard.

<SC_Capt_Benson> <All of Xander's lines should be Lt, unless he really wants me to demote him>

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Finds her office and inputs her code to gain access.::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: smiles as he has been planning this a while, arriving in the conference room... sees Lawrence sitting on the table talking with Kothra and M'irl. ::

<SC_Capt_Benson> ::nods slightly at Davis:: XO: Haven't been on one of these in far too long. If you need a moment, I can meet you. ::gestures to the Klingon who seems to be waiting for Davis's attention, then tilts his head at the conference room::

<HLM_Ens_Lawrence>:: slides off the table and sits in the chair in front of her in a more "professional" demeanor upon T'alin entering ::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks at Gulash and back to Benson::  SC: He's just here for Bridge duty. We can meet now.  :;gestures towards the Conference Room::

<SC_Capt_Benson> ::lifts one shoulder then:: XO: It's your ship. After you, commander.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::stops outside the turbolift for a moment:: *Simmons* Stevens to Simmons. Are you planning on heading over soon?

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ALL: Hello team, looks like we are missing two... and everyone is early so far... :: sees the look of confusion on everyone's face... ::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::feels that statement should be challenged, but the impulse only delays him for but a moment before he makes way for the Conference Room::

<HLM4_Ens_M'irl> FCO: Two sir? I thought only Ra..

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> HLM4: We have another assigned but I'll wait for introductions.

<SC_Capt_Benson> ::falls in step with him, eyes scanning around the bridge before they leave it and he lets out an appreciative whistle:: Didn't think they still made them like this.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Gains access to her office and as she walks in the lights come up.::  *CMO*: Well, I was going to go through some of my new items, but I could go over soon if you give me a few minutes.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: lifts a brow, curious what the captain meant by that statement::

<HLM2_Ens_Ra> :: arrives entering the conference room... uncharacteristically looking around... I'm last and everyone is early.. ::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::passes through the first set of doors, then veers to the right into the Conference Room before turning::  SC: Can I get you anything?  ::points to the replicator::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ALL: Waiting on one more... 

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> *CSO* Oooooor, I could come help you get settled?

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> *CMO*: Of course.  That would be delightful.

<SC_Capt_Benson> ACTION: OPS receives an alert as Claymore's impulse engines go offline, then her warp core. Maintenance/diagnostic mode.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens smiles and turns around:: *CSO* On my way!

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: checks his chronometer:: ALL:  I'll be right back team. :: heads out of the room and down the hall to turbo lift.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: Glancing at Gulash, she makes herself comfortable as she goest through some reports and schedules::

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: If I have any more coffee I won't sleep for a week. Thank you though. This won't be a long conversation.

<HLM2_Ens_Ra>::Looking quizzically at the other 3::

<EO3_Ens_Grant>  ::feels the hum discontinue first, then sees the blue lights stop moving vertically in the warp core; even though the area is littered with engineers, she feels lonely without the warp core's omnipresent sound and lighting::

<HLM_Ens_Lawrence> :: nods ::HLM2: He's going to go pick up the newbie diggy.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods, and decides he doesn't want to have to urinate halfway through that short conversation, so he'll pass on the coffee as well::

<HLM2_Ens_Ra> :: looks quizzically at the word... diggy ::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::moves around the other side of the long table, taking his usual seat::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Walks around the office, running her fingers across the desk, walks over to the shelves and some of the items that Sheva decided not to take with her.  Some of them she'd get rid of, some of them she might keep.::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: Arriving at the transporter room sees CW3 Veni has already beamed aboard ::

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::pulls out a PADD and continues preparing all away team data, including his notes and compiled reports, to send to DS3::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> HFI:  Welcome aboard Chief.  I'm SubLT T'alin V'et your head of Flight.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens walks up to the door and knocks loudly:: CSO: Oh hello!

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Heads over to her computer terminal and brings up her departmental messages. . . . all 1,539?!? of them??   Wonders if Sheva ever answered her messages.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::sits back, not as uncomfortable as he was in Damrok's chair, yet not quite at ease either; he looks at Benson, small talk never really his strength, and figuring it's Benson's chat to manage anyway::

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: I'll cut to it, commander. ::moves to occupy a seat not far from Davis, but not at the head of the table--this isn't, after all, his command:: I've read what reports were filed on the Arealyn situation. There's some concern that it may be part of a trend. I've a feeling there's more information coming that may solidify that trend.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Come in!

<HFI_CW3_Veni> :: the green kind of smiles... but not much :: FCO: Thank you SubLT permission to come aboard.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> SC: What trend? 

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> HFI: Granted... our department is assembled I won't take up too much of your time so you can settle in if you can follow me this way.

<HFI_CW3_Veni>:: nods and follows the gesture ::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens opens the door and nearly skips in:: CSO: Hey! How are you?

<SC_Capt_Benson> ::pulls out a PADD from a uniform pocket, slides it along the table:: XO: We've encountered pockets of people who believe the federation has spread itself too thin. That Arealyn is evidence of that, and that we should focus our efforts closer to home. My security chief's report on the subject--there are two of them in our brig at present pending trial.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Grins at her 'former' bosses exuberance.:: CMO: I'm apparently snowed under messages, but other than that . . .fine?

<SC_Capt_Benson> ACTION: Just as Simmons says that, another 130 messages come in--these ones apparently automated.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ::as they walk in the hallway :: HFI:  I hope your stay at DS3 wasn't to terrible?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::catches the PADD en route and looks at it almost in one motion::

<HFI_CW3_Veni> FCO It wasn't too bad.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Glances down at her terminal.:: Self; That can't be right!

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CSO: I'm told that messages that don't arrive while you are in the office don't count. Fun fact.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> HFI: Good good :: they enter the turbo lift together ::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Before more can appear, she decides to shut her terminal down....what she can't see can't hurt her, right?::

<HFI_CW3_Veni> FCO: You ... haven't asked about it. :: turbo lift whirring to next destination ::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> HFI: About what Chief?

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: I will happily remember that fact the next time I sit down to wade through them.  Do you miss me in Sickbay yet?

<HFI_CW3_Veni> :: the green skinned, fit, blue eyed Orion turned slightly to look at the Romulan :: FCO: An Orion in Starfleet still isn't very common.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::scrolls through the rest of the document quickly before placing the PADD back on the table::  SC: Some of this seems above my pay grade, Captain--whether Arealyn V is evidence of this, I'm not entirely sure. What I can tell you is that the mess there had more to do with internal politics than anything else.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens nods:: CSO: I've missed you since the moment you left. The team has really stepped up though so we're not behind. It was touch and go for a few days near the end, not sure Nobel and I even slept. ::Stevens looks arounds the office and back at Simmons:: CSO: But this is so exciting! I....I couldn't be happier for you.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: On one hand, I'm happy, on the other hand, I mean.....I don't want to just throw my hands in the air and give up trying to get my medical license back.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> HFI: I figure it's none of my business.  You'll talk about it if you want, when you want.  There's no shortage of Romulans around here... I'm used to the stares myself.  But if I change clothes, many can't tell the difference between me and a Vulcan whereas you don't have that option.  It's my uniform that gives me away.  Anyways. :: the door opened and they stepped out ::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens nods, her smile slipping:: CSO: I don't want that either. You've worked hard to be where you're at. I wish I could do more to help

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: Arealyn V is not, directly, evidence of this. You'd be correct to say that. But the events that occurred there will be used as evidence that this movement is in the right. ::he pauses, then, and shrugs up one shoulder:: The ramifications of this are above our pay grade. However, there are concerns that some officers may share these opinions. If they choose to act on those opinions, it becomes both our problems real fast.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: the two finally arrive at the conference room stepping in ::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: I'm still hoping that the CO can do something about it, and maybe T’alin can find something out that will tip the scales in my favor, but only time with tell.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods::  SC: I could see that, yes.

<HLM_Ens_Lawrence> :: sees a hot... Orion female... walk in with T'alin, initially surprised and squinting... then slightly smiling ::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CMO: I will stab someone for you. T'alin and I can double team them, just give the word.

@<DS3_CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::observes Claymore from the observation deck on DS3, finding it nothing short of miraculous that the ship was on time--and, it seems, in more or less one piece::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Actually laughing light heartedly at that.:: CMO: If I can find anything out about how to take care of this, I will let you both know.

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: Sector command wants you aware, and doesn't want this on comms. And since I'm officially here to answer any questions you have about the refits and upgrades, I'm also here to do as she asks.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::reads through the refit orders closely::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ALL: Well first things first... Meet your new Helmsperson, Chief Warrant Officer Three Nassi Veni, She will be our Chief Flight Instructor and Standardization Officer aboard Claymore as well.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> SC: Understood. ::pauses for a moment, then figures what the hell::  Who is it that is in custody exactly?

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: How is Nobel holding up?

@<DS3_CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::checks his schedule on a small PADD he has with him, squinting a little to read its small print; after seeing a number of meetings starting in 10 minutes, he decides he'll come back to Claymore later on::

<HLM_Ens_Lawrence> HFI: Welcome board... whew... you must tell me your workout routine... holy... 

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CSO: He should be sleeping right now. I told him to take the whole trip off and take time on the station. One of our nurses has stepped up and taken over the Gamma shift and I spent the whole trip in my office in case they needed me. 

<HLM4_Ens_M'irl> :: interupting Lawrence so as to not have her senior not get in trouble :: HFI: Welcome aboard it's soooo nice to have you :: begins purring lightly ::

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: Ferengi freighter captain and his first officer. We'd evidence they were running supplies to a camp that was stockpiling weapons in sector 84. USS Neventra intercepted the ship a week ago, brought them here. And since she was in the neighborhood, she was ordered to keep an eye on Arealyn V for a few days. Just in case.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Wow.  You've had your hands full.  I'm sorry that I made that necessary - or at least my circumstances made it necessary.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CSO: Don't worry about it. It was a nice change of pace to get my hands dirty for a bit to break up the paperwork. I'm still learning how to run a sickbay. How is science? Any fun stories so far?

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Other than the fact that Sheva left me almost 1600 messages to deal with, not really.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> SC: Again, I don't know that it's about the Federation being spread too thing, but the signs of Romulan interference in the Arealyn system were concerning, to say the least. 

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CSO: 1600? Oh my word.... I thought it was a few hundred from your remark earlier not...wow...

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: That's why I turned my terminal off.  I'll have to plug through it later.  I do want to get some things from my old office, would you mind helping me bring them down?

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ALL: Well, I know you probably want to settle in , and these guys want to get some shore leave so I'll spare everyone the icebreakers... but first... :: Slaps some pips on a desk and slides them over to Lawrence. :: Smiling:: HLM: Congrats LTJg Lawrence.  The Secretary of Starfleet has reposed special trust and confidence in the patriotism, valor, fidelity and professional excellence of Lawrence, Jane. In view of these qualities and her demonstrated leadership potential and dedicated service the the United Federation of Planets, she is hereby promoted from Ensign to LtJg. 

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CSO: Of course!

<HLM_Ens_Lawrence> :: haha yes she did beat Ra... poor bastard ::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> FCO: and she's not the only one... :: Slaps more on the desk and slide it over to Ra ::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Thank you.  ::Stands from behind her desk and heads to the door of her new office and the toward the TL:: CMO: So how many new people have you requisitioned now that we're back on DS3?

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: Again, you'll get no argument from me. The concern is, we're spending resources on Arealyn V. This movement, or whatever you'd like to call it, would rather we did not. The Romulans are concerning, and frankly I'd love to be in command of the ship that takes them apart. But if you were part of a group who believes the federation has no business on Arealyn, and you yourself were not Arealynian, what would you do?

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CSO: 12. We have a few nurses headed back to academy, and I've been I have to have another doctor in order to 'meet staffing needs in accordance with Starfleet practices', whatever that means.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ALL: The Secretary of Starfleet has reposed special trust and confidence in the patriotism, valor, fidelity and professional excellence of Ensign Ra. In view of those qualities and his demonstrated leadership potential and dedicated service to the United Federation of Planets, he is hereby promoted from Ensign to LtJg.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Besides, you want the staff in place so that you're not running yourself ragged.  ::Steps into the TL next to Stevens:: TL: Deck FOUR.  ::Hates the damn turbolift.::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: claps with everyone as the two place their new rank on ::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::considers that question for a moment, quickly realizing in the process that it's really not in his nature to engage in this kind of thinking; but as he mulls over the possibilities, only two immediately come to mind: 1) sabotage Federation operations from the inside, or 2) create some sort of event or situation that illustrates the ineffectiveness of Federation intervention, or the lack of need for it::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> ALL: Now I know you all want to get to it and celebrate so I'll be taking the first skeleton crew shift... everyone else is on leave see our skeleton rotation roster.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CSO: Yeah, I suppose. It just...feels kind of like giving up on you. Which I haven't! I just...don't like it. 

<HFI_CW3_Veni> :: Turns to T'alin :: FCO: Actually, you probably deserve some shore leave yourself and as you put it I will be settling in here a bit. Please allow me to take first watch.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: T'alin thought for a moment.  He always liked to lead from the front and take care of his people first. :: 

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Exits the TL on deck four as the turbolift decided not to be glitchy this time.:: CMO: I know you aren't.  And I'm honestly not sure that there's anything that you could do anyway.  All I can do is to trust that sometime those that are causing the problems will get their comeuppance.  ::Heads down the corridor to her old office.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::looks up to Benson::  SC: The short answer, I think, is "cause trouble." I can certainly see the concern.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> HFI:  I know your record.  You have more flight experience than our roster combined almost.  I will defer to your judgement.  If you need ANYTHING please contact me.

<HFI_CW3_Veni> :: nods :: <HFI_CW3_Veni> FCO: Get out of here sir.  I'm not this nice.  This is your first and only freebie.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: bowed before turning and walking away ::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::follows behind:: CSO: Amen. I' praying for that with you

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Thank you.  ::Inputs her access code into her old office and the door opens.::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: enters the turbolift and asks for deck 4 ::

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: It's probably an overreaction. My security chief seems to think it, how did he put it... an illogical solution to a logical concern. But, since your captain and second officer are apparently still on the surface, I suppose there are worse ideas in hindsight.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CSO: So, what all are we taking out of here? Anything that OPS didn't bolt down?

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: exits the lift and walks towards Simmons’s quarters ::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Well, let's get that blanket over there on the chairs.  I would like my equipment from off of the counter.  Here, we can put some of it on this cart.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens starting moving the equipment onto the cart::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::traces a line on the table, stopping at the PADD he just looked at::  SC: Perhaps. Those are two officers I certainly wouldn't worry about along these lines--I just hope they aren't caught up in an uglier conflict there.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Heads over to get the very last of the dregs of her tea from the stasis chamber.  As she opens it up, she sees the cube still there and she slams the stasis chamber shut.::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Leaning her back against the counter in front of the stasis chamber, she thinks for a moment before tapping her combadge.:: *OPS*: Ummm...One of the items that you removed from my 'office' was returned to it in the stasis chamber?  Is there a reason that you did this?

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Stevens looks over at the sudden noise and mouths at Simmons, 'are you okay?'::

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: Then we agree on them. But while they wouldn't be involved, they're as much at risk if these people act as they are if Arealyn does. So, for their safety and our security, Neventra will remain in the sector for a few days.

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::considers thoughtfully:: *CSO* All items that are part of ongoing projects were returned in as close to the original condition as was possible.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> CMO: Um....::Looking rather nonchalant and innocent:: I'm fine.  ::Plasters a smile on her face.::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Narrows her eyes and continues moving gear to the cart::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::sighs just a little::  SC: That is something of a relief.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> *OPS*: Even the ones that weren't supposed to be?

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> *OPS*: Even the ones that caused me to lose my data. ::Trying to be unobtrusive and failing horribly.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> SC: And it will be a greater relief when we are able to retrieve them.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: enters the shared quarters and gets ready for shore leave after typing a quick message to Evie about it ::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> ::sighs slightly:: *CSO* Would you like it to be disposed of?

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: Like I said. Probably not an action item at this second. We're a little more likely to be caught by this, being a little more accessible to the public and a lot less mobile. But you may see these people in the wild. You don't need that kind of surprise.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> *OPS*: If you can, yes.  I would love not to lose my data like that ever again.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::nods::  SC: Agreed. And I appreciate the warning.

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: shakes her head to stop a yawn... as she signs off one report and starts another.::

<OPS_LtJg_Fong> *CSO* Understood. It will be removed from your office at the end of Alpha shift.

<SC_Capt_Benson> ::stands, then, and nods once:: XO: I won't keep you any longer commander. You're here for a reason, and it's not to have your ear talked off by me.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Feels the PADD in the pocket of her utility pants vibrate and pulls it out....reading the message.:: CMO: Oh...Um...Could we finish this later.  I just got a message from T’alin...I need to discuss something with him.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::stands, and returns the nod::  SC: Thank you again, and good to see you.

<SC_Capt_Benson> XO: Likewise. Next time we're drinking. ::grins quickly, then turns and makes his way for the bridge proper, and the decks below::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> *OPS*: Thank you.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> CSO: You need to...'discuss' something with him....uhuh.... ::Stevens sets her item down on the cart and looks at Simmons with a grin:: CSO: Well I hope it's a very....passionate discussion.

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::And with the last remark, Stevens giggles like a schoolgirl and dashes out of the office waving:: CSO: Buh-Bye!

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Hearing the CMO's insinuation:: CMO: Oh, well, um, actually I do need to discuss something with him...at least for now.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Leaving her things in her office and heads to her - their quarters.  Two rights and a left.::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Arriving at her quarters, she inputs her access code before entering 
the quarters and looking around for T’alin.::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis> ::turns and faces the window::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: after Captain Benson had left, she looked towards the ready room doors::

<CMO_Lt_Stevens> ::Steps into the turbolift and heads for DS3::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Walks through her quarters to find sitting at the desk.::

<OPS2_Ens_Deveraux>::Checks off a few more crewmen leaving the ship::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Walks over to him and sets her hands on his shoulders and starts giving him a shoulder rub.:: FCO: Hey.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> :: Nods giving acknowledgement with concerned look on his face... looking at updated news feeds ::

<CTO_LtJg_Tsela-Yokaze> :: After a moment, she returns to another report, signing off on it.::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::Feels his shoulder muscles are very tight, still trying to work out the tightness.::  FCO: What's up?  ::Looking over his shoulder at the feeds.::

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: Things don't look good... :: not knowing what to say, pushes back so she can read the screen ::

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> ::As he pushes back into her, she wraps her arms around his neck and reads the newsfeeds.:: FCO: You're right, they don't, do they.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> FCO:  But we do have another problem, unfortunately.

<CSO_LtJg_Simmons> FCO: The Admiral's Gift was returned to my stasis chamber.

<FCO_SubLT_T’alin> CSO: Ok :: pausing in thought:: CSO: Where was it before?

<SM_James> =/\= END MISSION =/\=