USS Delphyne 10005.01

Nicke_:
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CIV_McLeod:
::in cargo bay, taking an inventory count::

OPS_Lynam:
::At OPS::

FCO_Nichols:
::stepping onto bridge from TL::

MO_Lea:
::Enters sickbay and walks calmly to a console::

CTO_Psion:
::At tactical::

FCO_Nichols:
::relieves duty FCO and begins shift::

TO_Hawkes:
::Exits TL onto bridge::

CIV_McLeod:
::walks around the cargo bay, taking count::

TO_Hawkes:
::Walks over to psion and holds out a padd::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Here are the results of my portion of the investigation so far Psion.

OPS_Lynam:
::Preparing his part of the heartbeat experiment.::

Nicke_:

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Acknowledged.  Begin scanning for bio-thermal signatures.

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Aye aye sir. ::Moves to TAC 2 console::

CIV_McLeod:
:: calculates some numbers on his PADD::

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: Ready to head out to the system's edge?

TO_Hawkes:
::Begins scanning for any unusual bio-thermal signatures on the Delphyne. Movings slowly sector by sector.:

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: No time like the present, ahead, full impulse.

FCO_Nichols:
::sets course and speed at full impulse::

OPS_Lynam:
*MO*: Doctor, what's the status on the maskers we discussed earlier?

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: Aye sir.

TO_Hawkes:
::Starts his sweeping scan of the Delphyne from the aft section, moving foreward::

CTO_Psion:
OPS:  If we cross reference scans for cardiac sigatures with biothermal signatures we could improve resolution of the investigation as well as establish a control for our experiment.

OPS_Lynam:
::Feels odd giving orders from his console, but can't bring himself to move to the Captain's chair.::

OPS_Lynam:
CTO: Good idea Psion, make the alterations.

CTO_Psion:
OPS:  Already in progress sir.

CIV_McLeod:
::finishes up work and hands PADD to another crew member::

TO_Hawkes:
::As the sensor sweep progresses, Hawkes identifies bio-thermal signatures and matches them with crewmembers.::

CTO_Psion:
FCO:  Heading?

MO_Lea:
*OPS*: Ready.

FCO_Nichols:
CTO: 173 mark 35.  Outer rim of this system.

OPS_Lynam:
*MO*: Proceed then.  Enlist any help you need from Engineering.

CIV_McLeod:
::heads to TL::

MO_Lea:
*OPS*: Acknowledged.

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: We will be at the system's edge in 2 minutes.

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: Acknowledged, when we reach our target coordinates bring us to a stop.

MO_Lea:
::Prepares to begin the masking process::

CIV_McLeod:
::rides TL to crew mess::

CO_Grant:
:;on the bridge::

TO_Hawkes:
::notices that his scans are now even with the juncture of the warp nacelles and the engineering section.::

CO_Grant:
OPS: Has there been any news of Mr.Wall?

OPS_Lynam:
CO: No sir, none yet.  We are ready to begin the masking process.

TO_Hawkes:
::Has eliminated only 127 of the 462 bio-thermal signatures on the Del::

MO_Lea:
*OPS*: Masking proceedure in process

CO_Grant:
OPS: Very well , then as of this moment though the current procedures are to be continued. NOte in log officially that Cmdr Wall is MIA

OPS_Lynam:
CO: Aye sir.

CIV_McLeod:
::steps off of TL, considers for a moment, then taps his communicator:: OPS:  McLeod here, sir.  I just wanted to ask if there was anything that needed done?

OPS_Lynam:
::Makes the appropriate log entry.::

TO_Hawkes:
::Overhears the CO's comment. Pauses for just a moment, then continus with his scans::

MO_Lea:
::Sits back in her chair and monitors the process::

OPS_Lynam:
*CIV*: We could use a hand up here at Science station 1.

FCO_Nichols:
::watches system as ship reaches system edge::

CIV_McLeod:
*OPS* Aye, sir.  I'm on my way

TO_Hawkes:
::Hawkes' scans are now level with the aft section of the saucer section. 256 Bio-thermal signatures accouted for::

CIV_McLeod:
::steps back onto the TL:: TL: bridge, please.

FCO_Nichols:
CO: We are at system's edge sir.

FCO_Nichols:
::Brings ship to a full stop::

CO_Grant:
FCO: Full stop then

CTO_Psion:
MO:  What is your current crew count?

FCO_Nichols:
CO: Aye, sir, reading full stop.

CO_Grant:
FCO: acknowledged

CO_Grant:
::Almost by instinct turns to the empty chair expecting Cmdr Wall to make a remark on the FCO's piloting skills::

CIV_McLeod:
::steps off of TL and moves to sci station::  OPS: McLeod reporting, sir

TO_Hawkes:
::As the scan crosses the mid-point of the saucer, 375 signatures have been isolated::

CO_Grant:
OPS: You may proceed with the ceremony unless further information presents itself

CTO_Psion:
~~FCO~~  Our Captain's hypothesis of Grant's presence on the Delphyne is perplexing.  Do you sense his thoughts anywhere?

MO_Lea:
*CTO*: Currently 462

FCO_Nichols:
::senses CO and turns to look at him::

OPS_Lynam:
CO:Reccomend we let Hawkes' scan finish first sir as he is proceeding from stern to bow systematically.

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Status?

CO_Grant:
OPS: Of course ,no need to interrupt that

CIV_McLeod:
::examines sci station readings::

FCO_Nichols:
~~CTO~~: I believe that he is searching for any answer.  After all, it is hard for me to grasp that the Cmdr may be dead.

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Sir, My scans are 92% complete, accounting for 435 of the 462 possibles.

FCO_Nichols:
::turns back to station::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Sir? This is odd....I'm noticing an un accoutned for life form inthe forward torpedo room. Wanna have a look?

CTO_Psion:
~~FCO~~  Agreed.  Although I am also curious as to the extent of your abilities.

OPS_Lynam:
::Sits up in shock at Hawkes' words.::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Acknowledged.  ::Moves to Tac 2::

FCO_Nichols:
~~CTO~~: Extent of my telepathic abilities?  They are improving slightly.

CTO_Psion:
::Pushes buttons on panel::

OPS_Lynam:
::Waits expectantly for Psion's scans::

TO_Hawkes:
::Notices Psion leaning over him. Leans back to allow Psion better access to the controls.::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: So what does it look like to you?

CIV_McLeod:
::seeing that scans seem normal, relaxes slightly::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Other than that, I have accounted for every bio signature but Wall's.

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Acknowledged.

CTO_Psion:
CO:  All crew are accounted for...minus Commander Wall.

FCO_Nichols:
::sets station at system keeping::

CO_Grant:
CTO: Even the animals?

OPS_Lynam:
CTO: Well?  What is it?  ::Can't wait any longer.::

CTO_Psion:
CO:  In addition there seem to be an anaccounted life form.  It appears to be feline.

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: ::nearly whispers:: My station is cleared if you need any help.

OPS_Lynam:
:;Sags a little.::

CO_Grant:
CTO: Very well, note in log that thorough search was made of ship in case Wall was alive but wounded aboard the ship.

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: Thanks Sarah.  Let's go to the Torpedo room.

CO_Grant:
CTO: Have eyewitnesses been verified that Cmdr Wall left aboard the Rio Coco?

CIV_McLeod:
self, softly: at least we tried

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: Right behind you.

TO_Hawkes:
OPS: I took the liberty of polishing up a photorp casing the other night. Couldn't sleep. It's all ready for you.

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Yes sir.

OPS_Lynam:
CO: With your permission sir, Lt. Nichols and I are going to Torpedo room 1 to make final preparations for the funeral.

MO_Lea:
::Turns around:: Rynle: Have the Alpha shift thoroughly...tabulate the needed resourced of sickbay should be have a chance to resupply..

CTO_Psion:
TO:  See that the new addition to our crew is rescued.

CO_Grant:
CTO: Then reluctantly, change Cmdr Wall's status to KIA in official records. Let us go to Torpedo Room ,  The next bridge shift could take over here

OPS_Lynam:
TO: Thanks Hawkes, the armorers got it ready when I sent them the orders this morning.

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Aye sir.

FCO_Nichols:
::calls for relief FCO::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Aye sir. ::Stands up, and heads for TL::

CO_Grant:
::Gets up from chair as junior watch officers take minimal bridge positions::

CO_Grant:
::Enters TL with CTO::

CO_Grant:
TL: Deck 6

OPS_Lynam:
*All Senior Officers*: Commander Wall's funeral is commencing in the Torpedo room.  Please report there immediately.

CO_Grant:
::Feels the TL move downward::

FCO_Nichols:
::heads to TL behind OPS::

CTO_Psion:
::taps away at console::

CIV_McLeod:
::sighs and goes to TL::

TO_Hawkes:
TL: DEck 13

MO_Lea:
Rynle: The other shifts are free to attend the proceedings. ::Quickly gets out of sickbay and strides down the corridor::

CO_Grant:
::TL actually slows down gracefully, no bump::

TO_Hawkes:
::As the TL goes down, Hawkes slips a black ribbon from his pocket, and fastens it across his comm badge.::

OPS_Lynam:
::Enters TL and waits for Nichols to enter, then directs it to the Torp room.::

CTO_Psion:
COMPUTER:  Modify crew manifest:  Commander Wall's status--Killed in action.

MO_Lea:
::Enters a TL and takes a moment to rest in the quiet::

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: Fox, how are you doing?

CIV_McLeod:
::steps off TL and walks to Torpedo room

CO_Grant:
::exits TL and proceeds to Torpedo room::

TO_Hawkes:
Follows CO into torpedo room:

CO_Grant:
::Sees everyone file into Torpedo room and take positions::

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Modifications to the crew manifest complete sir.

CO_Grant:
CTO: acknowledged

OPS_Lynam:
::Smiles at sarah:: FCO: I'm o.k. Sarah.  I've thought a lot the past few days and I have it all sorted out.  Thanks for your help.

CO_Grant:
OPS: You may begin the proceeding when all are assembled

CIV_McLeod:
::waits quietly in torp room, hands clasped behind his back::

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: You know where to find me.  ::smiles back::

MO_Lea:
::Leans against the wall of the turbolift, then pushes off against the wall with her palms and heads out::

TO_Hawkes:
::Notices a small  white kitten hiding behind a crate. Picks it up carfully and pets it absentmindedly::

OPS_Lynam:
::Pats Nichol's shoulder and goes to the front of the room, the shiny Torpedo casing draped with the Federation flag next to him::

TO_Hawkes:
*CTO*: SIr, the unidentified life form is in custody.

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: I mean that. ::puts her hand on Fox's arm::  You aren't alone in this.  We all miss him.

CTO_Psion:
*TO:  Escort the life form to Medical and get a thorough check up for it.

FCO_Nichols:
::follows Lynam toward the casing but stops in line with the others::

TO_Hawkes:
*CTO*: Very well. The memorial is starting now. I'll head there right after.

MO_Lea:
::Enters the room and stands near the back, watching::

OPS_Lynam:
:;Sees Crewman Mctavish on the other side of the launch rails in full Scottish regalia, bagpipes ready.::

CTO_Psion:
::Leaves tactical in Cray's able hands::

CTO_Psion:
::leave bridge::

OPS_Lynam:
ALL: Ladies and gentlemen....Friends, we are gathered here to bid farewell and pay our last respects to one of our own....

TO_Hawkes:
::Notices Lea in the room. Moves over next to her, holding the cat in his arms::

CTO_Psion:
::Moves into back of room::

CEOLefler:
::tries to drive his "chair" into the torp control room but keeps bumping into the wall::

CEOLefler:
::finally gets aimed at the door and head straight in::

TO_Hawkes:
::Notices McTavish...and wonders how this stow-away will handle bagpipes::

MO_Lea:
::Sees movement nearby. Looks out the corner of her eye to see Lieutenant Hawkes...and a kitten. Looks back to the front::

CIV_McLeod:
::straightens up as OPS begins talking::

OPS_Lynam:
ALL: Commander Bernie Wall was a good Officer, and a good friend.

CTO_Psion:
::Listens to the speech intently::

OPS_Lynam:
All: We all joined Starfleet for a number of reasons, Bernie did so because he wanted to see the stars.  He wanted adventure, excitement, and to experience something only a few ever get to do: Command a starship.

FCO_Nichols:
::sees Lefler out of the corner of her eye::

Nicke_:
ACTION: as Lynam continues talking...a soft "meow" is heard from the back

FCO_Nichols:
::remains listening to Lynam::

CEOLefler:
::hits a three point turn and angles his way towards Sarah::

CTO_Psion:
::Raises eyebrow at Hawkes::

MO_Lea:
::Hears the meow and the absolutely overwhelming desire to hold that cat just increases::

TO_Hawkes:
::Tries to keep the kitten quiet by petting it gently::

FCO_Nichols:
::smiles slightly at sound of the kitten::

CO_Grant:
::Nods solemnly and slowly at Mr.Lynam's words::

OPS_Lynam:
All: When we venture into space, we put ourselves at risk.  Space is big, and unforgiving, yet we pit our mere mortal lives against its vastness and we enjoy the challenge of doing so.

CIV_McLeod:
::stands listening, standing straight::

FCO_Nichols:
::feels Lefler's chair stop at her side, she reaches out for his hand::

TO_Hawkes:
::Tries to listen to Fox, and control the cat at the same time. The poem "I have a Rendezvous With Death" by Alan Seeger starts running through his mind.::

OPS_Lynam:
All: Sometimes, space wins.  That's a little flip, I know, but Bernie understood that.  He loved space and starfleet, and this ship.  And he loved us all.  He would have gladly given his life for us, and if I knew him at all, I know his only regret is not being given the chance to die with more glory.  Still and all, he died doing what he loved.

OPS_Lynam:
All: Can any of us ask any more of death than that?

OPS_Lynam:
::Steps aside and lets Grant take over.::

FCO_Nichols:
::begins remembering Bernie's last day on the bridge::

TO_Hawkes:
::Thinks about the Rio Coco adventure, and glances at Lea wondering if she's remembering the same thing::

CEOLefler:
::holds Sarah's hand::

CO_Grant:
ALL: Commander Bernard Wall was an excellent officer, an able XO, a fine diplomat, and a hell of a pilot.

FCO_Nichols:
::feels a tear run down her cheek as Bernie's loss sinks in more deeply::

CO_Grant:
ALL: Also he was the leader of our volleyball team. He will be sorely missed.

CIV_McLeod:
::exhales silently, looking at the ground::

CEOLefler:
::Feels Sarah's pain, it adds to his own but at the same time makes him stronger trying to be strong for both of them and squeezes her hand a little::

CO_Grant:
ALL: above all he was my friend and I will miss him as we continue on with our journeys into space.

CO_Grant:
ALL: But now it is time to say good-by and commend his spirit to GOD.

CO_Grant:
OPS: Proceed with the launch!

FCO_Nichols:
::stands at attention at mention of the good-bye::

CTO_Psion:
::Live long and prosper Commander Wall::

MO_Lea:
::Watches silently::

CO_Grant:
::Waits for music to play::

OPS_Lynam:
::Motions to Mctavish who commences "Amazing Grace"::

TO_Hawkes:
::Rest well buddy!::

FCO_Nichols:
::Bye Bernie, I'll miss you.  See you in the afterlife.::

TO_Hawkes:
::Was ok until the pipes started, then his jaw clenches as he tries to control his emotions!::

OPS_Lynam:
::Nods to the torpedo control room and the launch sequnce begins.::

CEOLefler:
::opens up his chair and gets up despite the pain and stands at attention::

CIV_McLeod:
::Into the void ye go, back from whence ye came.  Goodbye, Commander::

FCO_Nichols:
::reaches out to help Brian to his feet::

Nicke_:
ACTION: the crew slowly stands as the lauch begins andthe bagpipes play

FCO_Nichols:
::feels the emotions coming from the other officers and begins to cry::

MO_Lea:
::Wonders why just as she gets to know someone a little bit, a ship has to explode, crash, or otherwise kill the person::

TO_Hawkes:
::Feels the cat stiffen. Gently tighens his hold on the cat. Pets it::

CTO_Psion:
::Fights back everyone's emotions::

CO_Grant:
OPS: Have the duty officer fire when ready

OPS_Lynam:
::Watches the torpedo enter the tube and the door close::

CIV_McLeod:
::exhales sharply, barely containing his emotion::

OPS_Lynam:
::Snaps off an old naval salut to tube then nods to the control officer::

CTO_Psion:
::Stands at attention::

Nicke_:
ACTION: the tube is launched

TO_Hawkes:
::Stands at attention...holdong the cat::

CO_Grant:
::Out of the corner of his eye looks at the monitor::

MO_Lea:
::Stops and tries to shut everything out. Doesn't have any luck in this room::

FCO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~: It still doesn't feel like it's over.

OPS_Lynam:
::Turns to the assembly once more::

CTO_Psion:
~~Nichols~~  Denial is a strong emotion.  Rest assured, it is over.

CIV_McLeod:
::still standing at attention::

OPS_Lynam:
All: Now then, we will adjourn to Holodeck two for the wake.  It is a traditional Irish wake and is meant to celebrate Bernie's life, not mourn his death.  I expect all of you who knew him to attend and give him the honor he is due

FCO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~: It just can't be.  ::grabs a tighter hold of Brian's hand::

TO_Hawkes:
::Mentally re-examines all his research, wondering if he missed anything that would indicate what happened to Wall.::

CO_Grant:
::observes the torpedo 's flight on the monitor like a bright light until it is extinguished::

OPS_Lynam:
All: Dis...missed!

CO_Grant:
ALL: Dismissed until we convene in holodeck 2!

FCO_Nichols:
::helps Brian back into his chair::

CO_Grant:
OPS: Very good ceremony

TO_Hawkes:
::Turns to MO Lea::

CO_Grant:
::Exits the torpedo room::

OPS_Lynam:
CO: Thank you sir.  I hope I don't develop a talent for it.

TO_Hawkes:
MO: Psion wanted me to have you check this cat out. See if it's ok?

CTO_Psion:
::Exits and follows Hawkes::

CIV_McLeod:
::listens to bagpipes fade out, then heads to Holodeck::

CEOLefler:
::holds in a tear as the torp flies away::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: I'll be back in a moment.

OPS_Lynam:
::Prepares to leave the room and go to the wake::

CEOLefler:
FCO: Ok, I'll be around

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: It was a nice ceremony, Fox.  

TO_Hawkes:
MO: I think we should call it Bernie, or the appropriate gender equivalent.

MO_Lea:
::Watches the monitor a moment. Realizes she knows almost perfectly what everyone else is feeling, but doesn't know what she should feel. Blinks to clear her mind and turns to Hawkes, but speaks a little distantly::TO: Yes, certainly.  ::Reaches out for the kitten::

CIV_McLeod:
self,softly : Nevermore with anguish laden, we shall reach that golden Eden...

FCO_Nichols:
::goes back to Lefler and helps him out of the room::

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: Thank you sarah.  I'm sure Bernie would have liked it.  See you at the pub?

MO_Lea:
::Looks at him a second and nods::

Nicke_:
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