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 <title>Science Labs- Side Sim on USS Atlantis</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/546360</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Tyler Michael Wells (Scientist) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Tara Mulligan (Chief Science Officer, 2O) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : =/\=Ensign Twitchy to the Science Labs. Anyone working on a project with very large beetles? We&amp;#039;ve got a friend down here in Engineering who&amp;#039;s taken a liking to the warp core...=/\=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : ~NE Twitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : =/\= Bugs? No, not that I know of =/\= Came the suave voice of Tyler over the comm. =/\= Do you want me to come down there and check it out? =/\=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : -Tyler Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Twitchy replied. =/\= Um, probably. Chief Drayke is here, but if it wasn&amp;#039;t you guys down in the labs, we&amp;#039;ll have to identify this critter. And hope he doesn&amp;#039;t have too many friends. =/\=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : ~NE Twitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Tara walked in as Twitchy was talking and looked at Tyler &amp;quot;We have a bug problem now?&amp;quot;  She asked jokingly and went to the computer and began looking at all the projects that were being worked on in the labs and shook her head at Tyler &amp;quot;Nope, no bugs or snakes or anything else like that....a brown mold and some irradiation projects but no bugs.&amp;quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &amp;quot;Do they need us to come down there and take a look?&amp;quot;  She asked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : CSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &amp;quot;Yeah,&amp;quot; Tyler said, grinning. &amp;quot;I was just on my way to Engineering to check it out.&amp;quot; He grabbed a science kit and slung it over his shoulder. &amp;quot;Did you want to join me?&amp;quot; He asked as he made his way towards the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : -Tyler Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : OOC: You&amp;#039;re still needed in the side sim Tyra. :) Feel free to jump into wherever else there is action or comm others to find out more. Tyler is still technically in engineering but others will have more info. ~Linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Elle looked up at the word &amp;#039;bugs&amp;#039;, she hated bugs, ever since those large bugs of Rems II thought her hair was their nest and infested it. It took a long time for both herself and her hair to recover, and she hadn&amp;#039;t been able to deal with them since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: =^= XO to Science, have you tried using cryoprobes on the bugs yet, or have you found a solution? =^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;=/\= I&amp;#039;ll try the cryoprobes, Commander =/\= Elle replied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She set up the cryoprobes and double checked that she had done that correctly. Satisfied with her progress, Elle set the probes in action and waited to see the results.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;=/\= Cryoprobes being implemented now, Commander, =/\= Elle reported.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ens Kensington&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 09:08:23 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>dhardin</dc:creator>
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 <title>Fell-Drayke Quarters on USS Atlantis</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Jacen Drayke (Chief Engineer) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lieutenant Jacen Drayke (Chief Engineer) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Jacen Drayke (Chief Engineer) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Jacen Drayke (Chief Engineer) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : (snip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : Relann shook her head. &amp;quot;No..&amp;quot; she said, almost desperately. &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t understand. Yes, she&amp;#039;s special but it&amp;#039;s more than that Jacen! When she threw herself into my arms, I...&amp;quot; Her violet eyes closed for a moment and she sighed. &amp;quot;Contentment, almost a sort of bliss. Here I was starting to go crazy because of my &amp;#039;guests&amp;#039; and suddenly I found myself needed by a child. And I wanted her to need me. I wanted to help her, not because it was my duty as a Chihao, but as a woman who had helped raise her four brothers and sisters and knew the love and joy it could bring. But also there is this fear that what&amp;#039;s happening to me will ruin my chances of ever being the kind of mother I someday want to be.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : Fell-Drayke, COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Jacen couldn&amp;#039;t help but smile some at her as she spoke, it had been so long since they just talked about them, their live and wants and desires.  &amp;quot;Hon... I have felt that way for awhile... I miss Suzie so much, she started being like this little sister/daughter to me... I was helping her grow and when she died... I don&amp;#039;t know.  I felt something with Sowyn too, that need... but you... you have such a nurturing nature.  We will not like this dark cloud stop you cause you my love... you are made to love.&amp;quot; he said, his eyes softly as he put his hand on her face softly feeling her skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : CE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : A calmness flowed through her as Jacen&amp;#039;s hand lay on her skin and her violet eyes moistened with tears, but they weren&amp;#039;t ones of sadness. Somewhere in there was hope and some of the fierceness that was always Relann&amp;#039;s alone. She pulled herself closer to him and kissed his lips briefly, leaving behind the tingling energy as usual. &amp;quot;I am so grateful to have you in my life Sosaya. I know more than ever that the Spirits brought us together for a reason and it&amp;#039;s so easy to see it right now,&amp;quot; she told him softly, radiating contentment from her vision that she hadn&amp;#039;t felt in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Fell-Drayke, COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &amp;quot;I think I can feel that more than ever.  Our lives have been intertwined in ways that have been so unexpected, the Spirits seem to have amazing timing.&amp;quot; he said as held her closely to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : CE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &amp;quot;I should call Rai&amp;#039;vel. See if I can get a hold of Dianj or Amra. I am going to request any and all uploaded copies of the digitized archive texts and see if there are some answers in there. I still have so many questions and Dr. Rinker seemed open to looking for answers there. While I&amp;#039;m at it, I will ask them about speaking to the Chief Elder on Satalla. Jai&amp;#039;rel will let me know if it&amp;#039;s possible to have Sowyn come stay with us for awhile. I also have been worried about her so an update would be nice,&amp;quot; she said softly, snuggled into him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Fell-Drayke, COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Holding onto her he kissed her forehead as he thought about it all.  It was amazing how they could think of such things as kids when so much horror was going on, but at the same time maybe that was what it was about.  Fighting past your struggles, past your worries and finding a strong bond and new life. *I love you bright eyes.* as he let their connection flow easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : CE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : *Even when I&amp;#039;m going crazy with the hate and anger of two dead soldiers?* she asked in a slightly humorous voice. Relann didn&amp;#039;t think Jacen was one to give up, but she couldn&amp;#039;t deny there was a fear that something in all of this that it would be too much for him. She had been left so horribly alone before that the thought of it happening again scared her deeply and she certainly couldn&amp;#039;t hide that from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Fell-Drayke, COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : *Bright eyes... I would do anything for you.  I give you my word, our bond is stronger than duranium... I will stay with you forever my love* he said, letting his determination and love wash over her, he needed her to know just how much he was in this for the long haul.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : CE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: She pulled back and her violet eyes showed the wealth of uncertainty and fear there. But there was gratitude and love. In that moment, Relann knew they would be okay. &amp;quot;Well, I better go make this call. I&amp;#039;ll let you know what they say.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Fell-Drayke, COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay love.&amp;quot; he said as he took her hands and kissed them, ever so gentle and careful as he did before letting her take leave from the bed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CE&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 10:17:26 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>ssigle</dc:creator>
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 <title>Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim on USS Atlantis</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/546438</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Austin Smith (Chief Tactical Officer) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Storage Bay 2 wasn&amp;#039;t tiny, but it wasn&amp;#039;t huge either. It was one of many on the Pendragon class ship and it&amp;#039;s contents changed fairly often depending on the Atlantis&amp;#039; current mission and needs were. When someone entered, it would look pretty normal. Just a neatly organized room with levels of storage along the walls, all of it catalogued in the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : With no answer over the comm system, Alex had taken a detachment of marines and headed for the Storage Bay, equipped with phasers, both type 2 and a few had M-78 phaser carbines. All of them had duranium KaBars, and most were carrying photon grenades. She was tempted to call the armory and have them break out one of the plasma throwers they had but she wasn&amp;#039;t sure using a plasma thrower aboard the ship was such a good thing. As she came to the door she paused for a moment. =^=Computer, is there anyone present inside Bay 2 here?=^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : =/\=Negative,=/\= the computer responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : =^=Lieutenant Watts to Engineering. You&amp;#039;ve got a bug problem, right? Have you tried venting the atmo in Storage Bay 2=^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : 1st Lt Watts, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : =/\=Ensign Twitchy here. No we haven&amp;#039;t done anything like that because we don&amp;#039;t know what we&amp;#039;re dealing with yet. Have you found any sort of nest yet? We need to know /why/ we have an infestation as much as we need to get rid of it.=/\=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : It wouldn&amp;#039;t take them all that long to find the source of the beetles. As they moved into the storage bay, a few of varying sizes (but far too big for the norm of this particular beetle) scuttled along the floor. Tucked in a corner behind several other containers was a large container. The lid has been pried open partly, and they&amp;#039;d be able to watch a beetle climb out and drop onto the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Austin was right behind Alexandria. He scanned around and spotted a large container. He noticed that the lid was open. &amp;quot;Uh, Lieutenant, I think I found the source of the beetles.&amp;quot; he called out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Lt. Austin Smith, CTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: The large beetle that crawled out of the container scuttled over towards the CTO, it&amp;#039;s large mandibles clicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not wanting to take any chances, Austin aimed his rifle a little bit off the beetle&amp;#039;s position and fired a shot off, hoping that would scare the insect.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lt. Austin Smith, CTO&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 21:30:18 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>mkleinman</dc:creator>
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 <title>Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp; CMO  on USS Atlantis</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/546574</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Garret Andrew O&amp;amp;#039;Connor (Junior Tactical Officer) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Garret Andrew O&amp;amp;#039;Connor - LOA 29/4/13 (Junior Tactical Officer) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Alec Bond (Chief Medical Officer) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-10&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-11&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-12&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Alec Bond (Chief Medical Officer) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-14&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-15&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Garret Andrew O&amp;amp;#039;Connor (Junior Tactical Officer) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-16&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Alec Bond (Chief Medical Officer) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-17&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-18&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-19&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Garret Andrew O&amp;amp;#039;Connor (Junior Tactical Officer) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-20&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-21&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-22&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-23&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-24&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Garret Andrew O&amp;amp;#039;Connor (Junior Tactical Officer) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-24&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Garrett stood waiting outside Holodeck One, absent-mindedly tugging at his SFMC Combat Fatigues as he awaited the arrival of Watts &amp;amp; Bond. Inside the doors of the Holodeck was the hardest Training Sim he&amp;#039;d ever programmed. He was interested in seeing how the Doc would handle it but, more so, O&amp;#039;Connor wanted to know if Watts was as deadly as she was a knockout. Garrett wondered, if he asked, if Watts would take him up on an offer for a date. Sighing, he thought... *Only time&amp;#039;ll tell*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-24&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-24&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : O&amp;#039;Connor, Tac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-23&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-23&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Rinker exited from the reverse wall and the second holoroom. He saw the young lieutenant and glanced at his uniform. &amp;quot;You weren&amp;#039;t waiting on me, were you?&amp;quot; He questioned as he made a quick thumb gesture at the doors he just exited. He was carrying a baseball bag that clearly had several bats in it, perhaps a glove and some balls, but one would only be guessing and he was in a completely different type of uniform with a battered Yankee&amp;#039;s cap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-23&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-23&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Rinker was not quite forty and had aged quite well facially, but he wasn&amp;#039;t the sterotypically fit starfleet officer. &amp;quot;You know what simultaniously I love and drives me crazy about the holodecks.&amp;quot; He paused for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-23&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-23&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;I just played nine innings, dove several times in the field and slid into second...&amp;quot; He looked down, &amp;quot;Not a grass stain or a hint of dirt. The sounds, the smells,&amp;quot; He rubbed his fingers together.. &amp;quot;the feel.. all fake.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-23&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-23&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-22&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-22&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Alex was coming down the corridor, dressed in her own fatigues and a nice grouping of lightweight but sturdy, useful tools to carry with her in the field. Most of it was concealed in pockets so it looked as though she hardly carried anything. She waved to O&amp;#039;Connor, then to Rinker. &amp;quot;Commander Rinker,&amp;quot; she said cordially. &amp;quot;The injuries or death possible in a holodeck are quite real, so caution is always advised, even with safety protocols on. I get what you mean though. Never really can get your hands dirty in the holodeck, sir.&amp;quot; The redhead&amp;#039;s hair was pulled back into a very tight bun that was out of the way and would not offer an easy handhold, and overall she seemed ready for action. She glanced over at O&amp;#039;Connor again, assessing him, then glanced around for their Corpsman. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re supposed to have a corpsman along with us for this, so it shouldn&amp;#039;t be too bad,&amp;quot; she said as the other Marines began to arrive and fall into formation along one bulkhead in the corridor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-21&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-21&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Rinker smiled at the new comer. &amp;quot;You have me at a disadvantage Lieutenant.&amp;quot; Rinker was not one for protocol but marines tended to be and he could tell that the Lieutenant was young... or at least young looking, and she probably wanted to instill some discipline, order and respect for her authority so Rinker did not ask her to call him by his first name since they were off duty. Nor did he mention that she was quite the looker... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-22&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-22&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Alex quickly went inspecting them, noting their chest armor pieces, their combat harnesses and other gear, the crispness of their uniforms. Most of them had their game faces on. &amp;quot;Oustanding,&amp;quot; she said, with a fierce grin. She avoided some of the vernacular she wanted to use, mostly because of the Commander&amp;#039;s presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-22&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-22&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : 1st Lt Watts, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-21&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-21&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;Do you need a medical officer? I do have a degree so I should be able to do what a corpsman could.&amp;quot; He glanced at his chronometer that he wore like a watch on his wrist. He had the rest of the day off but he had spent a lot of time in the holodeck of the past few days. He patted his stomache. He might even be losing some weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-21&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-21&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not much of a shot though.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-21&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-21&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-20&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-20&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;Ah, you&amp;#039;d be welcome to tag along. We&amp;#039;re doing a tactical exercise, designed by First Lieutenant O&amp;#039;Connor here. He&amp;#039;s one of our tactical officers afloat, on loan to the naval side of things from the Marines. He says it&amp;#039;s going to be extremely intense, so another medically trained person might be handy. He did forward me that we&amp;#039;re starting off with a tactical space jump insertion to atmosphere,&amp;quot; Alex warned Heathcliff. A moment later she realized she was just slightly taller than he was by a centimeter or two, not that it bothered her. &amp;quot;Since this is an exercise, we -are- on the clock though.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-20&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-20&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : 1st Lt Watts, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-18&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-18&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;Lieutenant Conners...&amp;quot; Rinker said pleasantly enough. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t think I&amp;#039;ve seen either of you on my couch. You marines are notoriously difficult to corral for your intake clearances.&amp;quot; He frowned at the idea of a space jump. Strangely enough, that activity didn&amp;#039;t activate his fear of falling as much as the rock climbing he did only a few days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-19&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-19&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;Yes..&amp;quot; Garrett nodded. &amp;quot;... we are Watts. If you would like to join us Sir, please suit up. I want to start ASAP, you can take the back up jumpseat.&amp;quot; He turned to Alex. &amp;quot;If that&amp;#039;s OK with you, Lieutenant... it&amp;#039;s your Op, I&amp;#039;m working for you.&amp;quot; He smiled as he opened the door to the HoloDeck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-19&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-19&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : 1LT O&amp;#039;Connor, Tac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-18&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-18&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Rinker smirked, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know when was the last time I did... &amp;#039;extremely intense.&amp;#039;&amp;quot; He stepped in the holodeck removing his baseball jersey and for lack of a better word, dropping trou.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-18&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-18&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;Computer, standard field gear for a marine corpsman modern era and space jump ensemble.&amp;quot; It would be a lot easier for the computer to suit him up holographically then for him to get outfitted and then dressed. &amp;quot;Just put it directly on me.&amp;quot; He held is arms out. Rinker was surprisingly muscled along his arms, chest, and thighs. He clearly had been an athelete as some part of his life but his waist would reveal that he hadn&amp;#039;t been keeping it up as much has he should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-18&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-18&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;Also place the bag into a capsule for recovery at departure. Thanks.&amp;quot; He said instinctively. He smirked. &amp;quot;I feel like Voltron..&amp;quot; He nodded.. &amp;quot;Equipment just appeared on him...&amp;quot; He looked around....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-17&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-17&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Alex watched for a moment then realized she was staring as the man stripped naked. She turned her attention back to her Marines. Most of them were suited in regular combat gear. The holodeck would put them in suits for the drop no problem. It was hard not to wish for a real phasers, but she knew in the simulation she wouldn&amp;#039;t be able to tell much of a difference. &amp;quot;Alright, el-tee, get us briefed on this party before we jump in,&amp;quot; she said and joined her Marines on the wall, waiting for 1Lt O&amp;#039;Connor to fill them in on what they needed to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-17&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-17&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : 1st Lt Watts, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : OOC: He kept his underwear on. But he clearly isn&amp;#039;t self concious or at least he&amp;#039;s pretending not to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-16&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-16&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;I am so sorry I am late... &amp;quot; Bond said as he jogged up. Normally he would be wearing his Starfleet uniform but he felt more at home now that he was wearing Marine combat fatigues and a combat harness. &amp;quot;I was stuck in surgery.. had to scrub up before leaving...&amp;quot; he had sadly missed a large spray of blood across his face that he must have missed while cleaning up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-16&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-16&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Bond, CMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;What, am I the only non-marine on this ship?&amp;quot; Rinker questioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-15&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-12&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;We wont hold that against you.. &amp;quot; Bond smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-15&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : O&amp;#039;Connor looked at the group and smiled. &amp;quot;Now that we&amp;#039;re all here, I&amp;#039;ll give you the &amp;#039;quick brief&amp;#039; your team received before leaving Starbase 1 for this mission.&amp;quot; He cleared his throat before reading from his PaDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-15&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-15&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;Approx. 5 hours ago, Rebecca Duvane (OOC: well known, beautiful 20 year old socialite)... only daughter of Federation President Andrew Duvane... was kidnapped in a fire fight near the Duvane&amp;#039;s San Francisco home. President Duvane nearly lost his life in the abduction and is currently recovering at Star Fleet Medical. This news has NOT reached the press. It is our job to retrieve Ms. Duvane with whatever means necessary. We have been in pursuit and tracked them to the planet we&amp;#039;re now over. The group is believe to be holding Ms. Duvane for ransom and as you all know... the Federation does not negotiate with terrorists. We will breach, via Shuttle Craft, by means of a Atmospheric Rim HALO Space Jump... we will land just off the coast, move up the coast and take the compound where Ms. Duvane is being held. Intel suggests heavy defenses and teams protecting the site. We should be ready for combat the second our boots hit the ground. Before we begin our run, are there any questions?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-15&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-15&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : O&amp;#039;Connor, Tac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-14&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-14&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;I got one: Why don&amp;#039;t we just beam her out,&amp;quot; Alex asked. &amp;quot;Barring that, wouldn&amp;#039;t it be possible to drop a sleeper nerve agent on them and then take them into custody and return the girl back to her dad? What kind of gear are we bringing?... Okay so more than one question.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-14&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-14&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : : 1st Lt Watts, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;Because that would mean we don&amp;#039;t have a mission?&amp;quot; Rinker responded. Sometimes practice was just for practice, but he did see the woman&amp;#039;s point. Sometimes the exercise was set up just to see if someone could think outside the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-12&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-12&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;When Intel suggests heavy defenses and teams out there, what are they talking about exactly? Something that&amp;#039;s set up to turn back a hundred men then? Something that&amp;#039;s set up to repel a thousand?.. &amp;quot; Bond took in a deep breath. &amp;quot;If that is the case then we need to make sure to go in there and not to engage.. just to extract.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-12&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-12&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : Bond, CMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-11&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-11&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : &amp;quot;Do we know where the girl is, or approximately is, within the target area? What kind of passive and active intrusion detection systems and countermeasures do they have? How many personnel are present, and what threat level do they represent? What do our sensors and systems say about them?&amp;quot; She glanced over at Bond, at the same time approving of his questions but also refining them some with her own. &amp;quot;Sorry O&amp;#039;Connor for all the questions, but you did open the floor for &amp;#039;em.&amp;quot; She gave the Lieutenant a small smile. Yes, they were grilling him, but at the same time these were questions that they needed to know. Otherwise they were likely to get killed, or get their VIP killed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-11&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-11&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : Watts, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-10&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-10&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : Rinker looked on. He was absorbing all the information but since it wasn&amp;#039;t his op, and he was performing the role of a corpsman not a Commander he just waited calmly. &amp;quot;Computer add an anti grav gurney to my supplies.&amp;quot; There was a possibility tat the socialite would be injuried and non-mobile for whatever reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-10&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-10&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : ((OOC: Bump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : ~Sam &amp;quot;Fox&amp;quot; Haynes~))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : ((OOC: Bump... again. Don&amp;#039;t make me fake my way through this guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : ~Sam &amp;quot;Fox&amp;quot; Haynes~))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &amp;quot;Computer.. &amp;quot; Bond spoke as he just finished getting into his harness &amp;quot;remove this phaser rifle and the rest of this gear.... Give me a standard Starfleet Marine Special Forces climbing kit.. kit issue three...&amp;quot; the phaser rifle and kit that had been gathered up for the CMO disappeared and was replaced by a pack just small enough to fit on a belt. There was enough in there to however climb most things he might come across. &amp;quot;Computer also I might need a Marine issue K-Bar combat knife.. and a whetstone.. standard Starfleet Type 2 phaser as well..&amp;quot; he took those and strapped them up to him as they appeared. He turned back to those assembled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &amp;quot;Okay I am not gonna worry about going in with a phaser rifle or anything else.. if we have to shoot anything then we are already going to make a commitment and the hostages are going to be in danger.. if we need anything heavier then we can make sure to pick them up on site...&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Bond, CMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : =^=Computer, load micro-transport buffer storage belts for those that want them. Starting with me. =^= A moment later the belt appeared around her waist and she began storing her gear, though she kept her type II out, then added the climbing gear, and a tritanium KaBAR as well. Several of the Marines were also changing their loadouts somewhat, though all of them had their space jump suits and chutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &amp;quot;This is your monkey, O&amp;#039;connor. Don&amp;#039;t screw it up,&amp;quot; she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : 1st Lt Watts, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Garrett playfully raised an eyebrow. &amp;quot;Trust me Watts... I don&amp;#039;t intend to.&amp;quot; He then looked up and, clearing his throat, ordered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : =A= Computer... begin program. =A= With a churp, the door closed and a Jumpmaster appeared at the front of the Shuttle Cargo bay. The character looked at the group then, after looking over his shoulder to the cockpit, he said to the group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &amp;quot;Alright, we&amp;#039;re about 1,000k out with a 50k jump ceiling... I have no clue what our inbound has in store... so I&amp;#039;d suggest you all buckle in. Everyone ready?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Jump Lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &amp;quot;Thirty seconds,&amp;quot; Alex called. &amp;quot;Thirty seconds, aye,&amp;quot; the marines responded in unison as they did a final quick check on their gear. &amp;quot;Ready,&amp;quot; the Marines began calling back, once they were done, she gave the Jumpmaster the thumbs up. &amp;quot;Ready,&amp;quot; she confirmed. Combat drops... she hadn&amp;#039;t done one since jump school, but already she could feel her heart racing as adrenaline blasted through her veins and her breath quickened some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Now they hovered on the brink of throwing themselves out into naked space, only to hurl toward the planet below faster than the speed of sound. The atmosphere would slow them down on their way in, but not before they crossed the sound barrier from Mach, creating their own sonic booms as they came in. The g-forces would be immense, but nothing the human body couldn&amp;#039;t handle. Time for some fun, and this was just the first leg of the trip down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Alex, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : OOC: how would you get a sonic boom before you hit atmosphere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: (OOC: That&amp;#039;s not what I said. The example was that they would create a sonic boom -before- the atmosphere slowed them down to terminal velocity, or roughly 120 mph neighborhood ((in a 1 gee environment - g = 9.80665 m/s2 = 32.1740 ft/s2 )) as atmosphere gets thicker and thicker, creating more and more drag, until it finds a happy medium against the pull of gravity. Course this also depends on how long the fall is until hitting atmosphere))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Rinker didn&amp;#039;t bother to even look. He wasn&amp;#039;t paralyzed by his fear of heights at this altitude as falling was part of the plan and there was safety plan. That didn&amp;#039;t mean he was happy about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : The Jumpmaster looked down at his crono and barked. &amp;quot;15 seconds.... masks down!&amp;quot; No sooner had he said that and the group had their masks locked, the Pilot yelled over the comms. =A= Frack! We got incom....=A= The shuttle shook violently as the deck beneath them began to open, the bay now a vacuum. =A= Get&amp;#039;em out Sarge.... NOW!!! =A= Came the plea from the cockpit and the Jumpmaster pointed down... calling =A= Go, Go, GO! =A= With the deck open fully, the troops could see the phaser blasts zipping by all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Jump Lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Well that was going to scatter them from hell and gone. Heathcliff remembered a rule he heard while studying about parachuting in combat. You follow the man before you no matter what because at the very least you will all be together and that&amp;#039;s what he did. He locking onto the marine in front of him and leaped when he or she did and followed him/her down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: ((Sam ~Fox~ Haynes))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC: Waiting on you Haynes... ;)&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 16:23:56 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Sickbay - Boarding Physical on USS Atlantis</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/546596</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : After her visit with the CO, Elle headed to sickbay. Entering sickbay, she approached someone who seemed to be a medical officer and said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m Ensign Elle Kensington. I am here for my boarding physical.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : - Ens Kensington, Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;Welcome aboard Ensign.  I&amp;#039;m Dr. Summers.&amp;quot;  Ashlynn said as a way of introduction &amp;quot;Have a seat on the first bed and we&amp;#039;ll get that taken care of.&amp;quot;  She said as she picked up a PaDD and pulled up Suzie&amp;#039;s medical file &amp;quot;Anything that&amp;#039;s not listed in here that I need to be aware of?&amp;quot;  She asked glancing over the medical information on the new science officer sitting in front of her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Summers (doctor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Elle got up on the biobed and said, &amp;quot;not that I&amp;#039;m aware of, Doctor Summers. I did have headaches a while back which were stress related, but they&amp;#039;ve gone now. I&amp;#039;m also happy with my glasses, I don&amp;#039;t want the corrective surgery done to my eyes. And I&amp;#039;m in good health.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: - Ens Kensington, Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m glad to hear this.&amp;quot;  Ashlynn said as she began taking scans of the science officer and waiting for the data to come back &amp;quot;When was the last time that you had any of the headaches you described?&amp;quot;  She asked &amp;quot;If they start again, I need you to let us know immediately.&amp;quot;  She said. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Summers (doctor)&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 18:21:15 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Tyler Michael Wells (Scientist) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Tara Mulligan (Chief Science Officer, 2O) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : =/\=Ensign Twitchy to the Science Labs. Anyone working on a project with very large beetles? We&amp;#039;ve got a friend down here in Engineering who&amp;#039;s taken a liking to the warp core...=/\=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : ~NE Twitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : =/\= Bugs? No, not that I know of =/\= Came the suave voice of Tyler over the comm. =/\= Do you want me to come down there and check it out? =/\=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : -Tyler Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Twitchy replied. =/\= Um, probably. Chief Drayke is here, but if it wasn&amp;#039;t you guys down in the labs, we&amp;#039;ll have to identify this critter. And hope he doesn&amp;#039;t have too many friends. =/\=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : ~NE Twitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Tara walked in as Twitchy was talking and looked at Tyler &amp;quot;We have a bug problem now?&amp;quot;  She asked jokingly and went to the computer and began looking at all the projects that were being worked on in the labs and shook her head at Tyler &amp;quot;Nope, no bugs or snakes or anything else like that....a brown mold and some irradiation projects but no bugs.&amp;quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &amp;quot;Do they need us to come down there and take a look?&amp;quot;  She asked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : CSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &amp;quot;Yeah,&amp;quot; Tyler said, grinning. &amp;quot;I was just on my way to Engineering to check it out.&amp;quot; He grabbed a science kit and slung it over his shoulder. &amp;quot;Did you want to join me?&amp;quot; He asked as he made his way towards the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : -Tyler Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : OOC: You&amp;#039;re still needed in the side sim Tyra. :) Feel free to jump into wherever else there is action or comm others to find out more. Tyler is still technically in engineering but others will have more info. ~Linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Elle looked up at the word &amp;#039;bugs&amp;#039;, she hated bugs, ever since those large bugs of Rems II thought her hair was their nest and infested it. It took a long time for both herself and her hair to recover, and she hadn&amp;#039;t been able to deal with them since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : =^= XO to Science, have you tried using cryoprobes on the bugs yet, or have you found a solution? =^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: =/\= I&amp;#039;ll try the cryoprobes, Commander =/\= Elle replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: She set up the cryoprobes and double checked that she had done that correctly. Satisfied with her progress, Elle set the probes in action and waited to see the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: =/\= Cryoprobes being implemented now, Commander, =/\= Elle reported.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tara looked up at the mention of cryoprobes she poked her head out &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s going on? Anything I can help with?&amp;quot;  She asked.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CSO&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;og_rss_groups&quot;&gt;&lt;ul class=&quot;links&quot;&gt;&lt;li  class=&quot;first last og_links&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/webb/stf3/atlantis&quot; class=&quot;og_links&quot;&gt;USS Atlantis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 18:24:39 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in CSO&amp;amp;#039;s Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Having moved her personal belongings into her quarters, seeing the CO and having her boarding physical and psychological evaluations taken care of, Elle finally made her way to Deck 4, home to the Science Labs and CSO&amp;#039;s office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : She entered the science lab and said to a nearby science officer, &amp;quot;is the chief in? I&amp;#039;m new and was hoping to catch up with Commander Mulligan. My name is Elle Kensington.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : - Ens Kensington, Scientist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Tara poked her head out from behind a plant that she was cultivating &amp;quot;Miss Kensington, I&amp;#039;ve been expecting you.  Welcome aboard.  Let&amp;#039;s go talk in my office shall we.&amp;quot;  Tara said gesturing for Suzie to join her.  Leaving the office door open, Tara pulled off her gloves &amp;quot;Sorry about that, I&amp;#039;m cross breeding a Talaxian rose, with a vulcan rose and an earth rose.  Who knew that that mix would cause the plant to have so many thorns sharp as knives....but the blossoms are amazing.&amp;quot;  She said &amp;quot;Would you care for something to drink?&amp;quot;  Tara asked as she went to the replicator.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;A glass of iced water with a slither of lemon,&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;Tell me a bit about yourself.&amp;quot;  Tara said as she sat down in a chair next to Elle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : CSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;I am a historian, archaeologist and anthropologist and have completed post doctorial studies in all three disciplines. I wanted to become a Starfleet officer, however, and so went to the Academy much later than most of my fellow Cadets. I was offered a place on the Federation Archaeological Council, but I rejected that offer as I wanted to follow the footsteps of my father and other ancestors into Starfleet. I was part of the archaeological dig in the Rems system,&amp;quot; Elle replied sipping from her water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;When I&amp;#039;m off duty, I run and swim to keep in shape, and investigate mysteries. I also enjoy reading, scientific journals and the like in the main, but in more recent times I&amp;#039;ve expanded into holonovels.&amp;quot; Elle added. taking another sip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;I once dated a Counsellor at the academy, but that ended badly and I&amp;#039;ve decided not to date another colleague.&amp;quot; Elle concluded, pushing the glasses back up her nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: - Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tara was impressed &amp;quot;That is impressive.&amp;quot;  She said &amp;quot;I hope that we can find things to keep you occupied.  Do you have any ideas on projects that you might be interested in doing while we&amp;#039;re moving from place to place?&amp;quot;  She asked leaning back in her chair.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CSO&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;og_rss_groups&quot;&gt;&lt;ul class=&quot;links&quot;&gt;&lt;li  class=&quot;first last og_links&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/webb/stf3/atlantis&quot; class=&quot;og_links&quot;&gt;USS Atlantis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 18:29:05 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : NE Judy Bunch was at Tactical on the bridge of the Atlantis when she received a message from Fleet Command. She looked towards the command chair and its occupant and said, &amp;quot;Sir, Fleet 3 command have asked us to report to Fleet HQ, Fleet Captain Hank Goddard, in charge of Fleet 3 External Relations wants to meet our Command Staff and Department Heads. At cruising speed, we can get there within 2 days.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;Understood,&amp;quot; Remy shifted awkwardly about in the chair, unused to sitting in it still. It practically radiated power, but there was more than a little uncertainty surrounding its occupant. Would they promote her there? Or assign the Atlantis to someone else? She wasn&amp;#039;t sure what she wanted to happen. &amp;quot;Set a course for Fleet HQ, then.&amp;quot; she instructed, her mind curious as to what might happen there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: NE Christopher Steel at the helm tapped the necessary buttons to put in the speed and the destination and then sent the Atlantis on its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re on our way, Sir,&amp;quot; Christopher said, &amp;quot;so, anyone heard anything about Fleet Captain Goddard?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the ship got within hailing distance of the starbase, the bridge crew had changed a couple of times, and now most of the bridge posts were occupied by department heads. Nothing terribly exciting had happened during the last two days, except for the poker game and the dealing with the bugs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Atlantis was hailed by the station traffic control people and directed to its mooring location. Then, the Atlantis was hailed again, this was from Commander Agnes Crumplebottom from the office of Fleet Captain Hank Goddard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- GM&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 19:45:24 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Bridge on USS Atlantis</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : NE Judy Bunch was at Tactical on the bridge of the Atlantis when she received a message from Fleet Command. She looked towards the command chair and its occupant and said, &amp;quot;Sir, Fleet 3 command have asked us to report to Fleet HQ, Fleet Captain Hank Goddard, in charge of Fleet 3 External Relations wants to meet our Command Staff and Department Heads. At cruising speed, we can get there within 2 days.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;quot;Understood,&amp;quot; Remy shifted awkwardly about in the chair, unused to sitting in it still. It practically radiated power, but there was more than a little uncertainty surrounding its occupant. Would they promote her there? Or assign the Atlantis to someone else? She wasn&amp;#039;t sure what she wanted to happen. &amp;quot;Set a course for Fleet HQ, then.&amp;quot; she instructed, her mind curious as to what might happen there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : NE Christopher Steel at the helm tapped the necessary buttons to put in the speed and the destination and then sent the Atlantis on its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re on our way, Sir,&amp;quot; Christopher said, &amp;quot;so, anyone heard anything about Fleet Captain Goddard?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: As the ship got within hailing distance of the starbase, the bridge crew had changed a couple of times, and now most of the bridge posts were occupied by department heads. Nothing terribly exciting had happened during the last two days, except for the poker game and the dealing with the bugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: The Atlantis was hailed by the station traffic control people and directed to its mooring location. Then, the Atlantis was hailed again, this was from Commander Agnes Crumplebottom from the office of Fleet Captain Hank Goddard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Incoming hail from the station Commander. From Fleet captain Goddard&amp;#039;s office, a Commander Crumplebottom on the line,&amp;quot; NE Suerte said, reviewing the comm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~NE Suerte&lt;/p&gt;
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Austin Smith (Chief Tactical Officer) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Austin Smith (Chief Tactical Officer) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Storage Bay 2 wasn&amp;#039;t tiny, but it wasn&amp;#039;t huge either. It was one of many on the Pendragon class ship and it&amp;#039;s contents changed fairly often depending on the Atlantis&amp;#039; current mission and needs were. When someone entered, it would look pretty normal. Just a neatly organized room with levels of storage along the walls, all of it catalogued in the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : With no answer over the comm system, Alex had taken a detachment of marines and headed for the Storage Bay, equipped with phasers, both type 2 and a few had M-78 phaser carbines. All of them had duranium KaBars, and most were carrying photon grenades. She was tempted to call the armory and have them break out one of the plasma throwers they had but she wasn&amp;#039;t sure using a plasma thrower aboard the ship was such a good thing. As she came to the door she paused for a moment. =^=Computer, is there anyone present inside Bay 2 here?=^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : =/\=Negative,=/\= the computer responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : =^=Lieutenant Watts to Engineering. You&amp;#039;ve got a bug problem, right? Have you tried venting the atmo in Storage Bay 2=^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : 1st Lt Watts, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : =/\=Ensign Twitchy here. No we haven&amp;#039;t done anything like that because we don&amp;#039;t know what we&amp;#039;re dealing with yet. Have you found any sort of nest yet? We need to know /why/ we have an infestation as much as we need to get rid of it.=/\=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : It wouldn&amp;#039;t take them all that long to find the source of the beetles. As they moved into the storage bay, a few of varying sizes (but far too big for the norm of this particular beetle) scuttled along the floor. Tucked in a corner behind several other containers was a large container. The lid has been pried open partly, and they&amp;#039;d be able to watch a beetle climb out and drop onto the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Austin was right behind Alexandria. He scanned around and spotted a large container. He noticed that the lid was open. &amp;quot;Uh, Lieutenant, I think I found the source of the beetles.&amp;quot; he called out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Lt. Austin Smith, CTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : The large beetle that crawled out of the container scuttled over towards the CTO, it&amp;#039;s large mandibles clicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Not wanting to take any chances, Austin aimed his rifle a little bit off the beetle&amp;#039;s position and fired a shot off, hoping that would scare the insect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Lt. Austin Smith, CTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The beetle jumped out of the way and turned to look at Smith, shrieking as it leapt forward at the CTO...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~Side Sim Antics&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 04:46:01 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Jacen Drayke (Chief Engineer) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Jacen Drayke (Chief Engineer) in Fell-Drayke Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(snips)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : *Bright eyes... I would do anything for you.  I give you my word, our bond is stronger than duranium... I will stay with you forever my love* he said, letting his determination and love wash over her, he needed her to know just how much he was in this for the long haul.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : CE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : She pulled back and her violet eyes showed the wealth of uncertainty and fear there. But there was gratitude and love. In that moment, Relann knew they would be okay. &amp;quot;Well, I better go make this call. I&amp;#039;ll let you know what they say.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Fell-Drayke, COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;Okay love.&amp;quot; he said as he took her hands and kissed them, ever so gentle and careful as he did before letting her take leave from the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: CE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Moving off into the living area of their quarters, Relann focused on her current task, but all the while there was the fullness under the surface that remained from her vision. The lightness was easier to see, to feel. All was not as it should be, not even close, but the Dy&amp;#039;allan felt for the first time in a long time that it was reachable. She wasn&amp;#039;t alone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fell-Drayke, COS&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 09:00:42 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>CSO&#039;s Office on USS Atlantis</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/546801</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Tara Mulligan (Chief Science Officer, 2O) in CSO&amp;amp;#039;s Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in CSO&amp;amp;#039;s Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Having moved her personal belongings into her quarters, seeing the CO and having her boarding physical and psychological evaluations taken care of, Elle finally made her way to Deck 4, home to the Science Labs and CSO&amp;#039;s office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : She entered the science lab and said to a nearby science officer, &amp;quot;is the chief in? I&amp;#039;m new and was hoping to catch up with Commander Mulligan. My name is Elle Kensington.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : - Ens Kensington, Scientist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Tara poked her head out from behind a plant that she was cultivating &amp;quot;Miss Kensington, I&amp;#039;ve been expecting you.  Welcome aboard.  Let&amp;#039;s go talk in my office shall we.&amp;quot;  Tara said gesturing for Suzie to join her.  Leaving the office door open, Tara pulled off her gloves &amp;quot;Sorry about that, I&amp;#039;m cross breeding a Talaxian rose, with a vulcan rose and an earth rose.  Who knew that that mix would cause the plant to have so many thorns sharp as knives....but the blossoms are amazing.&amp;quot;  She said &amp;quot;Would you care for something to drink?&amp;quot;  Tara asked as she went to the replicator.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;A glass of iced water with a slither of lemon,&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;quot;Tell me a bit about yourself.&amp;quot;  Tara said as she sat down in a chair next to Elle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : CSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;I am a historian, archaeologist and anthropologist and have completed post doctorial studies in all three disciplines. I wanted to become a Starfleet officer, however, and so went to the Academy much later than most of my fellow Cadets. I was offered a place on the Federation Archaeological Council, but I rejected that offer as I wanted to follow the footsteps of my father and other ancestors into Starfleet. I was part of the archaeological dig in the Rems system,&amp;quot; Elle replied sipping from her water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;When I&amp;#039;m off duty, I run and swim to keep in shape, and investigate mysteries. I also enjoy reading, scientific journals and the like in the main, but in more recent times I&amp;#039;ve expanded into holonovels.&amp;quot; Elle added. taking another sip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;I once dated a Counsellor at the academy, but that ended badly and I&amp;#039;ve decided not to date another colleague.&amp;quot; Elle concluded, pushing the glasses back up her nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : - Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Tara was impressed &amp;quot;That is impressive.&amp;quot;  She said &amp;quot;I hope that we can find things to keep you occupied.  Do you have any ideas on projects that you might be interested in doing while we&amp;#039;re moving from place to place?&amp;quot;  She asked leaning back in her chair.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: CSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Elle smiled at her chief, &amp;quot;I am here to learn more of the hard sciences. Whether biology, botany, astrophysics or any of the sciences in between, I&amp;#039;m keen to learn.&amp;quot; she said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Ens Kensington&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 16:35:34 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Lounge-Open Poker  on USS Atlantis</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Lounge-Open Poker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Lounge-Open Poker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Lounge-Open Poker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in Lounge-Open Poker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Lounge-Open Poker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: (snip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Anyone willing to do eight hours of the most boring duty that I can avoid&amp;quot;. He smirked, &amp;quot; that is if you don&amp;#039;t win. No rebuys once you are out of chips you owe time to someone.&amp;quot; He made a quick finger gesture toward himself.  Sometimes intimidation was part of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Remy observed, bemused. Rinker appeared to know the best ways to &amp;#039;draw people in&amp;#039;, as he&amp;#039;d put it, but surely anyone with any sense wouldn&amp;#039;t gamble if they knew a tedious task would await them if they lost? It was the logical thing to do... considering the relative likelihoods of things such as a &amp;#039;full house&amp;#039; occurring, then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : She sighed. Remy had learnt fairly quickly that with Rinker, logical was rarely best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : OOC: Pasting myself in. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : IC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;quot;Hmm, well, I think I can handle that,&amp;quot; Walker said with a grin, pulling a chair out and sitting down. &amp;quot;Deal me in. What version are we playing?&amp;quot; he asked curiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : ~NE Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;Texas hold em, no limit - increasing blinds every 15 minutes.&amp;quot; That should make it about a two hour game before the blinds got so big that people had to either fold or go all in on every hand. That is if someone didn&amp;#039;t win before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: :  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Rinker tapped the settings in the auto dealer, which scanned the table. &amp;quot;Last call to make the XO do all your chores for eight hours...&amp;quot; He bellowed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;Ummm, wanna cover the rules of this one. Not a variation I&amp;#039;ve actually played before,&amp;quot; Walked admitted. He flashed a smile at Evans. &amp;quot;You a poker player Sir?&amp;quot; he asked, wanting to know if he was likely to get hustled here or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: ~NE Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It sounds a lot harder than it is. Standard poker hands, the dealer rotates every hand and the two players to the left of the dealer put out blind bets before they look at the cards. Every player is dealt two cards, face down. Players get to bets, then three cards are dealt face up in the center of the table, these cards are “community cards” meaning everyone can use them in combination with their own hole cards to make the best hand. You get to bet again, then A fourth card is dealt face up onto the board. Another round of betting and a fifth card is dealt with another round of betting. The remaining players show their cards and the person who can make the best five card hand by combining their pocket cards with the cards on the board wins.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;A safe rule, is that a good player folds about 75% of his or her hands, until there is fewer than three players...&amp;quot; Rinker smiled. That was a big key the betting could get big fast and players who stayed in without a top flight hand found them selves chasing the bad money they put in for the first two rounds of betting.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rinker&lt;/p&gt;
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &amp;quot;Or is it that you fear that sometimes you blend in too much and you want me to know you&amp;#039;re special, original, intelligent?&amp;quot; Rinker thought about pulling rank and making her sit in one of the other chairs, but if she wanted to make him uncomfortable he wouldn&amp;#039;t let her. If she needed the power to feel okay, he was fine with that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &amp;quot;I am short, Commander,&amp;quot; she replied, the smile still on her face, &amp;quot;and sometimes I am overlooked literally. Sitting on your desk gives me a different view on things. Don&amp;#039;t sell yourself short, Commander, you are an attractive man, but no, I&amp;#039;m not being flirtatious. You see, I have dated a Counsellor before, and it didn&amp;#039;t work out, so you are safe from my feminine wiles, as you put it. My name is Elle Kensington, from Malibu.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;quot;California,&amp;quot; Although the malibu that Rinker was most familar with was the alcohol. &amp;quot;Counselors, much like any other creature are both similar and unique so what made you so sure that I wouldn&amp;#039;t just slap you down for bounding onto my desk like that?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;I wasn&amp;#039;t sure that you wouldn&amp;#039;t, or that you would. It was a risk worth taking to see what you would do, Sir. I work with the past, Counsellor, sometimes I get lost in the past, so lost that I sometimes run the risk of not fitting in in the present,&amp;quot; Elle replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t be over confident, Elle Kensington from Malibu, you certainly haven&amp;#039;t figured me out... much like I probably haven&amp;#039;t figured you out... proabably.&amp;quot; Ironically her comment about her height might be telling. She wouldn&amp;#039;t be the first person to have issues due to lower than average height. Rinker himself was shorter than the average male.. nowadays at least, and in the galaxy of uber-fit federation officers je wasn&amp;#039;t up to standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;Once you figure me out, would you let me know what you find. I can&amp;#039;t figure myself out,&amp;quot; Elle said with a laugh, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m too busy trying to figure myself out to be concerned with figuring out others. My former counsellor friend told me I was too flighty and not serious enough for him.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : - Ensign Kensington, Sci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;Therapy dosn&amp;#039;t work that way, I often figure out patients long before they figure out themselves and the telling isn&amp;#039;t the hard part. Its the changing.&amp;quot;  Therapists often could solve thier patients problems in a day if they would just do what they said the problem was, no one had that sort of control over thier feelings and behaviors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll have to remember that, I am committed to change, however.&amp;quot; Elle replied.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;And he&amp;#039;s your friend now?&amp;quot; Rinker nodded. &amp;quot;Well you don&amp;#039;t seem too scarred from the relationship...&amp;quot; The ensign had danced around so much that she said very little but talked alot. &amp;quot;So tell me what you&amp;#039;ve been working on. Odds are you know yourself better than I do... especially if you&amp;#039;ve been trying to figure yourself out... &amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t hold grudges, Counselor,&amp;quot; Elle said with another smile, &amp;quot;we are doing a dangerous job, and it is far too dangerous for any of us to go into holding grudges against others, even if they hurt you. He left me for a final year medical student named Bruce Dewey, yes, another man. Bruce was attractive, but I can&amp;#039;t help feeling a bit put out by the discovery that my Counselor friend was friendlier with another man than with me. I can change, but I can&amp;#039;t change THAT much. I don&amp;#039;t like hyper needles at all, don&amp;#039;t you know, I could never become a doctor.&amp;quot; Elle shuddered as she said that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a moment, she said, &amp;quot;you also asked me what I&amp;#039;ve been working on becoming more serious and less flighty. However, going into space makes me think I&amp;#039;m going to become more flighty, rather than less flighty. Work wise, I&amp;#039;m working on a scientific discovery I made just over four years ago in the Rems System. I sent my findings off to get verified by a colleague in archaeology circles, and I wait his response.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Ens Kensington&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 23:06:29 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Ashlynn Summers (Doctor) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : After her visit with the CO, Elle headed to sickbay. Entering sickbay, she approached someone who seemed to be a medical officer and said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m Ensign Elle Kensington. I am here for my boarding physical.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : - Ens Kensington, Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;quot;Welcome aboard Ensign.  I&amp;#039;m Dr. Summers.&amp;quot;  Ashlynn said as a way of introduction &amp;quot;Have a seat on the first bed and we&amp;#039;ll get that taken care of.&amp;quot;  She said as she picked up a PaDD and pulled up Suzie&amp;#039;s medical file &amp;quot;Anything that&amp;#039;s not listed in here that I need to be aware of?&amp;quot;  She asked glancing over the medical information on the new science officer sitting in front of her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Summers (doctor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Elle got up on the biobed and said, &amp;quot;not that I&amp;#039;m aware of, Doctor Summers. I did have headaches a while back which were stress related, but they&amp;#039;ve gone now. I&amp;#039;m also happy with my glasses, I don&amp;#039;t want the corrective surgery done to my eyes. And I&amp;#039;m in good health.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : - Ens Kensington, Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m glad to hear this.&amp;quot;  Ashlynn said as she began taking scans of the science officer and waiting for the data to come back &amp;quot;When was the last time that you had any of the headaches you described?&amp;quot;  She asked &amp;quot;If they start again, I need you to let us know immediately.&amp;quot;  She said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Summers (doctor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, Doctor,&amp;quot; Elle replied, &amp;quot;the last time I had those headaches was when I walked in on my Counselor friend getting very close to a fourth year medical cadet, when we&amp;#039;d been seeing each other for at least six months. It was devastating. My Counselor friend told me he needed someone more serious and less flighty than me. I was upset, the final year medical cadet was another friend of mine. I was not prepared for it at all. No offence and nothing personal, Doctor Summers, but I haven&amp;#039;t liked doctors since that experience, and I definitely don&amp;#039;t like hypersprays. I believe the two of them were assigned to another ship, a science ship, by the name of the USS Brooks.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Ens Kensington, Science&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC: Just to clarify for everyone, the Atlantis crew don&amp;#039;t know anything about the disappearance of the USS Brooks as yet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- GM&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 23:18:45 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : NE Judy Bunch was at Tactical on the bridge of the Atlantis when she received a message from Fleet Command. She looked towards the command chair and its occupant and said, &amp;quot;Sir, Fleet 3 command have asked us to report to Fleet HQ, Fleet Captain Hank Goddard, in charge of Fleet 3 External Relations wants to meet our Command Staff and Department Heads. At cruising speed, we can get there within 2 days.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &amp;quot;Understood,&amp;quot; Remy shifted awkwardly about in the chair, unused to sitting in it still. It practically radiated power, but there was more than a little uncertainty surrounding its occupant. Would they promote her there? Or assign the Atlantis to someone else? She wasn&amp;#039;t sure what she wanted to happen. &amp;quot;Set a course for Fleet HQ, then.&amp;quot; she instructed, her mind curious as to what might happen there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : NE Christopher Steel at the helm tapped the necessary buttons to put in the speed and the destination and then sent the Atlantis on its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re on our way, Sir,&amp;quot; Christopher said, &amp;quot;so, anyone heard anything about Fleet Captain Goddard?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : As the ship got within hailing distance of the starbase, the bridge crew had changed a couple of times, and now most of the bridge posts were occupied by department heads. Nothing terribly exciting had happened during the last two days, except for the poker game and the dealing with the bugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : The Atlantis was hailed by the station traffic control people and directed to its mooring location. Then, the Atlantis was hailed again, this was from Commander Agnes Crumplebottom from the office of Fleet Captain Hank Goddard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;Incoming hail from the station Commander. From Fleet captain Goddard&amp;#039;s office, a Commander Crumplebottom on the line,&amp;quot; NE Suerte said, reviewing the comm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: ~NE Suerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Put it on screen, Ensign,&amp;quot; Remy&amp;#039;s calm tones (far from her anxious mood) said calmly. &amp;quot;Commander Crumplebottom, sir.&amp;quot; But her anxiety was tinged with curiosity; new Captain? Or... Remy dared to be optimistic. Maybe... she inwardly shoved the thought away. That saying about assumptions was correct.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;XO/aCO&lt;/p&gt;
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Ready Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in Ready Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Ready Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: (snip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Taking a deep breath, Fell continued. &amp;quot;But I think I was hoping for too much too soon. You don&amp;#039;t know me, and I don&amp;#039;t know you, so it was unfair for me to expect anything at all from the exchange I think. But... the fact remains that something happened back on my homeworld Commander. Beyond the violence that claimed my people. I can explain it in great detail, but not now. Right now, all I will say is that I was compelled to take action against two soldiers during my escape. It was a life and death situation and in the end I killed them. As a result, through a process that is very complicated, their essences are a part of me. I never knew it until recently, but awhile ago there was an incident involving my touch telepathy and it ended up removing the barrier that kept their thoughts and feelings separate from my own. It was so subtle at first, like a flare in temper, or a thought or gesture that wasn&amp;#039;t my own. I&amp;#039;ve felt like I was truly losing my mind over the last couple of years Remy,&amp;quot; she said with sadness. &amp;quot;But so many other wonderful things happened that I just thought... I didn&amp;#039;t know what to think. But people have noticed, especially in the last few months where the boundaries between them and me had dissolved completely. Dr. Rinker is involved. And he came up with this temporary solution,&amp;quot; she said, tapping her neck. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m stable now and my mind is my own so long as I wear the device. We&amp;#039;re working on a permanent solution but I feel much better than I did before.&amp;quot; And indeed, Remy might notice a strong calmness in Relann, a serenity even that she had not witnessed before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Fell-Drayke, COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Now she was definitely confused again. The use of her first name... Rinker had used it, and now Fell-Drayke. There were three people who had called her that prior to joining the Atlantis, but now that number was apparently going to skyrocket to five. She would have protested - in fact, she nearly did - but instead the former tactical officer just nodded again. What else could she do? There were some times when Remy wished she could get an implant or something that could tell her what to do in awkward social situations. Yes, she&amp;#039;d killed and hurt just like most of the people in Starfleet, but to have those dead voices in your head... or something akin to that... it was beyond her, as much as she tried to empathise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m glad Dr. Rinker was able to assist.&amp;quot; That was what she eventually came up with. She knew he had a medical degree in addition to his psychological degree, and understood that a situation such as hers was the perfect opportunity to utilise it. But now what? Was she meant to divulge something now, or dismiss the Dy&amp;#039;allan, or... what? She would look into the file though; she needed to know about this complex history...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Relann regarded Evans for a moment, wondering what to say. The XO had said nothing about Relann&amp;#039;s concern about being able to approach Remy, or maybe she didn&amp;#039;t care. But there was a certain anxiety in the woman. &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t know me, and I get the impression that you prefer distance. I can accept that. But we need to be able to come to you. You&amp;#039;re currently the one in charge and my superior officer.&amp;quot; She wasn&amp;#039;t even sure exactly what her point was, except that she wanted to at least try to talk about this one concern. &amp;quot;Look, you&amp;#039;re new here. Maybe it&amp;#039;s just me. Maybe the Atlantis is just a very different ship than the one I was first assigned to.&amp;quot; She hadn&amp;#039;t voiced it Jacen, who had been there longer than her by a long while, but she was struggling to find her place here anymore. &amp;quot;Maybe I&amp;#039;m trying to hold on to something that doesn&amp;#039;t exist here anymore.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Fell-Drayke, COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Remy almost deflated. Almost. &amp;quot;Isn&amp;#039;t that what the ship&amp;#039;s counselor is for?&amp;quot; she tried, evenly but not unkindly. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m truly sorry... Relann.&amp;quot; Using the woman&amp;#039;s first name was difficult, but she did it. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just not my specialty. I don&amp;#039;t want to appear unkind, but every commanding officer has a weakness. This, I suppose, is mine. When I get to be a CO myself, I&amp;#039;ll need an XO who&amp;#039;s an antidote to me - someone who&amp;#039;s got those skills. Please, I want the Atlantis to be a supportive ship, where we all look out for one another professionally and our close friends help us personally. I want that, I do. But right now I&amp;#039;m doing things on my own.&amp;quot; She appeared slightly strained again. &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t remedy this issue yet, not until we get our orders from Fleet Command.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was taking a lot right now for her not to sink and revert back into her shell, to snap at Fell that she was dismissed. But the Security Chief was right, and she couldn&amp;#039;t dismiss a valid concern like that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;aCO&lt;/p&gt;
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : NE Judy Bunch was at Tactical on the bridge of the Atlantis when she received a message from Fleet Command. She looked towards the command chair and its occupant and said, &amp;quot;Sir, Fleet 3 command have asked us to report to Fleet HQ, Fleet Captain Hank Goddard, in charge of Fleet 3 External Relations wants to meet our Command Staff and Department Heads. At cruising speed, we can get there within 2 days.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &amp;quot;Understood,&amp;quot; Remy shifted awkwardly about in the chair, unused to sitting in it still. It practically radiated power, but there was more than a little uncertainty surrounding its occupant. Would they promote her there? Or assign the Atlantis to someone else? She wasn&amp;#039;t sure what she wanted to happen. &amp;quot;Set a course for Fleet HQ, then.&amp;quot; she instructed, her mind curious as to what might happen there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : NE Christopher Steel at the helm tapped the necessary buttons to put in the speed and the destination and then sent the Atlantis on its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re on our way, Sir,&amp;quot; Christopher said, &amp;quot;so, anyone heard anything about Fleet Captain Goddard?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : As the ship got within hailing distance of the starbase, the bridge crew had changed a couple of times, and now most of the bridge posts were occupied by department heads. Nothing terribly exciting had happened during the last two days, except for the poker game and the dealing with the bugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : The Atlantis was hailed by the station traffic control people and directed to its mooring location. Then, the Atlantis was hailed again, this was from Commander Agnes Crumplebottom from the office of Fleet Captain Hank Goddard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;Incoming hail from the station Commander. From Fleet captain Goddard&amp;#039;s office, a Commander Crumplebottom on the line,&amp;quot; NE Suerte said, reviewing the comm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : ~NE Suerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;Put it on screen, Ensign,&amp;quot; Remy&amp;#039;s calm tones (far from her anxious mood) said calmly. &amp;quot;Commander Crumplebottom, sir.&amp;quot; But her anxiety was tinged with curiosity; new Captain? Or... Remy dared to be optimistic. Maybe... she inwardly shoved the thought away. That saying about assumptions was correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: XO/aCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The screen,  after the ensign did as commanded, revealed a lady who seemed to be in her mid 30&amp;#039;s with blonde hair cut into bettie bangs. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Commander Evans,&amp;quot; she said briskly, &amp;quot;Fleet Commander Goddard requests that you, Lt Fell-Drayke, Counselor Rinker and Lt Commander Mulligan meet with him in his meeting room here on starbase 157. The rest of your crew are welcome to spend the time of your stopover on the station. If your departments need to be resupplied, let our chief of operations, Lieutenant Erik Darling know, he&amp;#039;ll see to all needs for supplies.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- GM&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC: I&amp;#039;ll do a thread for the meeting.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- GM&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 17:41:22 -0400</pubDate>
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 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/547050</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;OOC: Fran and Linds, don&amp;#039;t feel that you need to end your thread sooner than you would otherwise. Also, feel free to continue on with the game of poker, and the other activities that are going on.  Fran, Linds, Luke and Tyra (CSO/2nd Officer) this is the meeting thread that I mentioned in the other thread. Other DHs, Swings and JOs, there is a starbase with shops, bars and the like, have fun (or acquire new supplies) if you&amp;#039;re permitted to disembark by Remy Evans. Feel free to start up threads with Starbase 157 - {Action Location} &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also, feel free to continue on with the bugs if you like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- GM&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The meeting room that greeted Remy, Relann, Tara and Heathcliff was fairly standard by Starfleet standards. One of the figures already in the room was Fleet Captain Hank Goddard, and he was sitting in the chair at the head of the table. Also, in the room, to his right were two other figures. These figures were unlike any species that any of the four Atlantis officers had ever seen before, apart from perhaps in their dreams, nightmares or perhaps fairy tales they may have heard or read when they were younger.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The larger of the two figures had horns on its head, a pair of cloven hoofs where its hands should be, red skin/fur and a full beard. Its body was elongated and was what gave this being its height. It had a pair of legs that, like its arms ended in a pair of cloven hoofs. Finally, it had a tail with a pointed end.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Its companion had an oversized head with a pair of eyes sticking up out of its head on a trio of stalks, yes, this one has three eyes. Unlike the fur and beard of its companion, this individual had no hair or fur anywhere on its body that the Atlantis officers could see, nor did it have a neck, its head and torso seemed to merge into one. This being had four appendages where most other species had two arms. It had a single leg, and at the bottom of the leg, it had three feet that seemed to move independently. Unlike the first creature which was red, this one was blue skinned.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This second figure moved towards the Atlantis officers in a hopping movement, though each of its three feet provided a good deal of stability, and it also seemed to use some of its upper limbs to provide balance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Officers, thank you for coming,” Fleet Captain Hank Goddard was saying, even as the second of the two being was peering at the four Starfleet officers. Then, it returned to its companion and communicated in a series of clicks and a whistle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Their native tongue can’t be translated by our universal translator yet. However, they do speak Federation standard, but with some interesting inflections,” Hank said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It is pleasing for one to meet brave individuals from Federation,” the red skinned and furred alien sad in a voice that was deep and powerful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It is hoped that one can continue relationships already started,” its blue skinned companion said in a hiss that was almost serpentine in its sound.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Please, take your seats, and we’ll get started,” Hank said to the four Atlantis officers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The red skinned and the blue skinned aliens both sat down and watched the four Atlantis officers closely.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“This is Ambassador Ohminae of the Fae, and its companion is Assistant Jhindalae also of the Fae.” Hank said by way of introduction.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The Fleet Commander will come into this meeting in a short while, to attend to the issue of the Captain of the Atlantis, but I need to give the Atlantis its new orders.&amp;quot; Hank said, he tapped a few buttons, and a starfleet vessel appeared on the screen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;This is the USS Brooks, an Eddings class Science vessel. It was meant to chart gaseous anomalies in the Faerie sector of space and return to the shoreleave planet with some supplies and a report to that planet&amp;#039;s caretaker, a former Federation Lieutenant Commander by the name of Rujo Kiwa. This is where it becomes interesting. Rujo Kiwa contacted us recently and advised that the Brooks was overdue for its deliveries, and that he had no luck in contacting them. I want the Atlantis to travel there and investigate and take whatever action is necessary to deal with the USS Brooks.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hank looked at the two aliens, and he continued, &amp;quot;Ambassador Ohminae and Assistant Jhindalae will be traveling with you. They have a desire to return home, and have requested to travel on a Starfleet vessel. As the Atlantis has diplomatic facilities, it is well suited to such a task. The Fae live within the Faerie sector of space and they know that sector well, including the things that you may need to watch out for. Counselor Rinker, Assistant Jhindalae has expressed an interest in the role of Counselor on a Starfleet vessel, I&amp;#039;d like you to take the Assistant in hand. Commander Mulligan, the Ambassador has an interest in Science and comparing its effectiveness to the practices of its people. I&amp;#039;d be very keen if you would show the Ambassador the labs on the Atlantis and talk about differences in approach with it. I think you&amp;#039;ll find its thoughts quite illuminating.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Now then, any questions?&amp;quot; Hank asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- GM&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 18:02:41 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &amp;quot;Yeah,&amp;quot; Tyler said, grinning. &amp;quot;I was just on my way to Engineering to check it out.&amp;quot; He grabbed a science kit and slung it over his shoulder. &amp;quot;Did you want to join me?&amp;quot; He asked as he made his way towards the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : -Tyler Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : OOC: You&amp;#039;re still needed in the side sim Tyra. :) Feel free to jump into wherever else there is action or comm others to find out more. Tyler is still technically in engineering but others will have more info. ~Linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Elle looked up at the word &amp;#039;bugs&amp;#039;, she hated bugs, ever since those large bugs of Rems II thought her hair was their nest and infested it. It took a long time for both herself and her hair to recover, and she hadn&amp;#039;t been able to deal with them since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : =^= XO to Science, have you tried using cryoprobes on the bugs yet, or have you found a solution? =^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : =/\= I&amp;#039;ll try the cryoprobes, Commander =/\= Elle replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : She set up the cryoprobes and double checked that she had done that correctly. Satisfied with her progress, Elle set the probes in action and waited to see the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : =/\= Cryoprobes being implemented now, Commander, =/\= Elle reported.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Tara looked up at the mention of cryoprobes she poked her head out &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s going on? Anything I can help with?&amp;quot;  She asked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: CSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Could you check that I&amp;#039;ve attached the cyroprobes correctly, Chief,&amp;quot; Elle asked, &amp;quot;I think I&amp;#039;ve done it correctly, but I&amp;#039;m not sure. I did the training at the academy, but have had no practical experience in their use.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A quick check by Tara would show that one of the probes wasn&amp;#039;t attached properly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Ens Kensington&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 18:06:18 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim on USS Atlantis</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/547093</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Austin Smith (Chief Tactical Officer) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security, Incoming XO) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lieutenant Austin Smith (Chief Tactical Officer) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by 1st Lieutenant Alexandria Watts (Marine CO) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Relann Fell-Drayke (Chief of Security) in Deck 15, Storage Bay 2- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Storage Bay 2 wasn&amp;#039;t tiny, but it wasn&amp;#039;t huge either. It was one of many on the Pendragon class ship and it&amp;#039;s contents changed fairly often depending on the Atlantis&amp;#039; current mission and needs were. When someone entered, it would look pretty normal. Just a neatly organized room with levels of storage along the walls, all of it catalogued in the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : With no answer over the comm system, Alex had taken a detachment of marines and headed for the Storage Bay, equipped with phasers, both type 2 and a few had M-78 phaser carbines. All of them had duranium KaBars, and most were carrying photon grenades. She was tempted to call the armory and have them break out one of the plasma throwers they had but she wasn&amp;#039;t sure using a plasma thrower aboard the ship was such a good thing. As she came to the door she paused for a moment. =^=Computer, is there anyone present inside Bay 2 here?=^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : =/\=Negative,=/\= the computer responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : =^=Lieutenant Watts to Engineering. You&amp;#039;ve got a bug problem, right? Have you tried venting the atmo in Storage Bay 2=^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : 1st Lt Watts, MCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : =/\=Ensign Twitchy here. No we haven&amp;#039;t done anything like that because we don&amp;#039;t know what we&amp;#039;re dealing with yet. Have you found any sort of nest yet? We need to know /why/ we have an infestation as much as we need to get rid of it.=/\=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : It wouldn&amp;#039;t take them all that long to find the source of the beetles. As they moved into the storage bay, a few of varying sizes (but far too big for the norm of this particular beetle) scuttled along the floor. Tucked in a corner behind several other containers was a large container. The lid has been pried open partly, and they&amp;#039;d be able to watch a beetle climb out and drop onto the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Austin was right behind Alexandria. He scanned around and spotted a large container. He noticed that the lid was open. &amp;quot;Uh, Lieutenant, I think I found the source of the beetles.&amp;quot; he called out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Lt. Austin Smith, CTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : The large beetle that crawled out of the container scuttled over towards the CTO, it&amp;#039;s large mandibles clicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Not wanting to take any chances, Austin aimed his rifle a little bit off the beetle&amp;#039;s position and fired a shot off, hoping that would scare the insect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Lt. Austin Smith, CTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: The beetle jumped out of the way and turned to look at Smith, shrieking as it leapt forward at the CTO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: ~Side Sim Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Three loud bangs echoed through the room. Lt. O&amp;#039;Connor had just rounded the corner when the beetle jumped at Austin and instinctually drew his .45 cal Colt 1911/G... firing three rounds, center mass at the beetle. As the smoke rose from the barrel, Garrett quietly prayed he got the bastard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;O&amp;#039;Connor, Tac&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;og_rss_groups&quot;&gt;&lt;ul class=&quot;links&quot;&gt;&lt;li  class=&quot;first last og_links&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/webb/stf3/atlantis&quot; class=&quot;og_links&quot;&gt;USS Atlantis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 20:15:47 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>RomieY2K</dc:creator>
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 <title>CNS Office - Kensington on USS Atlantis</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/547161</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in CNS Office - Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &amp;quot;Or is it that you fear that sometimes you blend in too much and you want me to know you&amp;#039;re special, original, intelligent?&amp;quot; Rinker thought about pulling rank and making her sit in one of the other chairs, but if she wanted to make him uncomfortable he wouldn&amp;#039;t let her. If she needed the power to feel okay, he was fine with that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &amp;quot;I am short, Commander,&amp;quot; she replied, the smile still on her face, &amp;quot;and sometimes I am overlooked literally. Sitting on your desk gives me a different view on things. Don&amp;#039;t sell yourself short, Commander, you are an attractive man, but no, I&amp;#039;m not being flirtatious. You see, I have dated a Counsellor before, and it didn&amp;#039;t work out, so you are safe from my feminine wiles, as you put it. My name is Elle Kensington, from Malibu.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &amp;quot;California,&amp;quot; Although the malibu that Rinker was most familar with was the alcohol. &amp;quot;Counselors, much like any other creature are both similar and unique so what made you so sure that I wouldn&amp;#039;t just slap you down for bounding onto my desk like that?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;quot;I wasn&amp;#039;t sure that you wouldn&amp;#039;t, or that you would. It was a risk worth taking to see what you would do, Sir. I work with the past, Counsellor, sometimes I get lost in the past, so lost that I sometimes run the risk of not fitting in in the present,&amp;quot; Elle replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t be over confident, Elle Kensington from Malibu, you certainly haven&amp;#039;t figured me out... much like I probably haven&amp;#039;t figured you out... proabably.&amp;quot; Ironically her comment about her height might be telling. She wouldn&amp;#039;t be the first person to have issues due to lower than average height. Rinker himself was shorter than the average male.. nowadays at least, and in the galaxy of uber-fit federation officers je wasn&amp;#039;t up to standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;quot;Once you figure me out, would you let me know what you find. I can&amp;#039;t figure myself out,&amp;quot; Elle said with a laugh, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m too busy trying to figure myself out to be concerned with figuring out others. My former counsellor friend told me I was too flighty and not serious enough for him.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : - Ensign Kensington, Sci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;Therapy dosn&amp;#039;t work that way, I often figure out patients long before they figure out themselves and the telling isn&amp;#039;t the hard part. Its the changing.&amp;quot;  Therapists often could solve thier patients problems in a day if they would just do what they said the problem was, no one had that sort of control over thier feelings and behaviors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll have to remember that, I am committed to change, however.&amp;quot; Elle replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;And he&amp;#039;s your friend now?&amp;quot; Rinker nodded. &amp;quot;Well you don&amp;#039;t seem too scarred from the relationship...&amp;quot; The ensign had danced around so much that she said very little but talked alot. &amp;quot;So tell me what you&amp;#039;ve been working on. Odds are you know yourself better than I do... especially if you&amp;#039;ve been trying to figure yourself out... &amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : rinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t hold grudges, Counselor,&amp;quot; Elle said with another smile, &amp;quot;we are doing a dangerous job, and it is far too dangerous for any of us to go into holding grudges against others, even if they hurt you. He left me for a final year medical student named Bruce Dewey, yes, another man. Bruce was attractive, but I can&amp;#039;t help feeling a bit put out by the discovery that my Counselor friend was friendlier with another man than with me. I can change, but I can&amp;#039;t change THAT much. I don&amp;#039;t like hyper needles at all, don&amp;#039;t you know, I could never become a doctor.&amp;quot; Elle shuddered as she said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I do a dangerous job,&amp;quot; He shook his head. &amp;quot;I sit behind a desk... a desk that happens to be on a ship that does a dangerous job.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: After a moment, she said, &amp;quot;you also asked me what I&amp;#039;ve been working on becoming more serious and less flighty. However, going into space makes me think I&amp;#039;m going to become more flighty, rather than less flighty. Work wise, I&amp;#039;m working on a scientific discovery I made just over four years ago in the Rems System. I sent my findings off to get verified by a colleague in archaeology circles, and I wait his response.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: - Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why would you want to be less... &amp;#039;flighty&amp;#039; although flighty has a somewhat negative connotation. You could have just as easily said, spontanious, or happey go lucky, of eveh a joie de vie. If you complain about being less noticiable why would you diminish one of your noteworthy behaviors, unless..&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rinker&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf3/atlantis">USS Atlantis</group>
 <pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 10:34:06 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>lhung</dc:creator>
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 <title>New Crew! on USS Atlantis</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/547186</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#039;d like for you to welcome Michael Hacking, and he&amp;#039;ll be playing our newest Engineer, Richard Gates.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Welcome aboard Michael!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fran&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 13:35:11 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in New Crew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Hey everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: I&amp;#039;d like for you to welcome Michael Hacking, and he&amp;#039;ll be playing our newest Engineer, Richard Gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Welcome aboard Michael!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the welcome. I look forward to rplaying with you all. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Michael Hacking aka Richard Gates&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 15:42:28 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Michael Hacking  in New Crew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in New Crew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Hey everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : I&amp;#039;d like for you to welcome Michael Hacking, and he&amp;#039;ll be playing our newest Engineer, Richard Gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Welcome aboard Michael!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Thanks for the welcome. I look forward to rplaying with you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Michael Hacking aka Richard Gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Welcome Michael, and remember, space is choppy. I hope you packed your floaties.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Atlantis has just docked at Starbase 157 for their mission orders and a stop over, so Richard could meet up with the ship there if you like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;GM&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 16:00:04 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;The time is 0730&amp;lt;^&amp;gt; The computers voice stated that startled Richard awake. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Richard turned over knocking a haft empty bottle of something clear that had given Richard the hangover from hell. As he became more awake he became aware that he was not alone, He turned round to see a young woman lead next to him in the bed. She was one of the crew of the civilian cargo ship that he had booked passage on. She was one of the engineering assistants. They had hit it off as soon as they meet. Richard had decided to book passage on the cargo ship rather than a fleet ship as he was not quite ready to become a fleeter just yet. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The young woman sat up and gave him a smile. &amp;quot;So today&amp;#039;s the day.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Richard gave her a look that would have burnt through the bulkhead then remembered he had a hangover the size of a small planet. &amp;quot;Did you have to remind me?&amp;quot; He said getting up and walking over to the medical box above the sink. He took out some pain killers then looked in the mirror. He looked rough, His eyes where blood shot and he had a weeks worth of stubble. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After taking the pills with a glass of water he turned to see his lady friend was now in the shower. He could just make out the shape of her body in the frosted glass. &amp;quot;I am going to miss you.&amp;quot; He said in a low voice. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s that?&amp;quot; The woman said as she reached out for a towel. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I said I&amp;#039;ll miss you.&amp;quot; Richard repeated a little louder, as he forced his eyes away from her face. Not wanting to face the fact that it would be unlikely he will ever see her again. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She walked over to him and put her arms around him so she was standing close behind him. &amp;quot;We both knew this day was coming. We both agreed that it was only a short term arrangement with no strings, and remember I took you to my bed.&amp;quot; She pointed up to the window. &amp;quot;Anyway its pointless now there is your new posting, The Fleeter ship Atlantis. I can say one thing for fleeter ships they know how to build there ships.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Richards gaze moved up to look out at what she could see, His gaze saw the stations arm reaching out to a large gray ship that looked massive. &amp;quot;She is impressive but I always think that a battle cruiser should have weapon turrets like the old warship of Earths oceans.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She gave out a laugh, &amp;quot;You my friend are a hopeless romantic, You know that the time it takes for a phaser bank is milli-seconds which it nothing compared to the time it take for a turret to train onto its target. Anyway you need to get ready, you stink of drink and need a shave, your fleeter boss wouldn&amp;#039;t like it if you report to them like this, Oh yea I had your uniform cleaned and pressed ready for you, I found it stuffed at the bottom of your bag, it was a mess.&amp;quot; she said as he let go of him to get dressed. He put on his top and pants before heading to his birth for a shower and shave before he put on his uniform for the first time since leaving Earth. As he was getting ready he noticed the small black box that held the small medal that he was given after the inquest had brought to light his part in the saving of the colony. He picked it up and was about to open it something stopped him. He closed his fingers around it and dropped it into his kit bag. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later he was heading out of his birth with a kit bag over his shoulder and a none standard tool kit in his hand. As he reach the air lock he looked back hoping his lady friend but she didn&amp;#039;t show. So he headed off the cargo ship onto the station. He could feel the difference between the cargo ship and the station. There was Fleeters every where he looked in there different colored uniforms that showed what area they worked. To Richards eyes they where all matching by, rushing here and there for no real reason. He shook his head and smiled. &amp;quot;You had better get used to it, you are one of them now.&amp;quot; He said to himself. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes you are and remember to call your new Fleeter boss Sir, they like that sort of thing.&amp;quot; a voice came from behind him. It was his friend, she was slightly out of breath, but smiling. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t think you would come.&amp;quot; Richard said as he dropped his bag. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I nearly didn&amp;#039;t.&amp;quot; She said as she throw her arms around him and they embraced in a kiss. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going to miss you too, Ensign Richard Gates. The Fleeter that warmed my bed.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She took a step back and smile before turning and running back down the airlock. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The walk round to the right airlock took forever, the station was busy and Richard couldn&amp;#039;t find the right birth to start with, he would walk down one set of steps only to go up the next, he had to take a lift to one floor then a lift to another, He knew it was because he was making his way from one side of the station that was civilian to the fleet side of the station. He knew he was getting closer when he came to a check point that stopped any civilians from getting on the wrong ship. As he passed into the fleet side of the station the air its self seemed to change, on a cargo ship there was always an oily smell but in this part of the station there was no smell, it was as if the air had been cleaned and polished. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Richard felt out of place here. His uniform felt as if it no longer fit right, He felt as if everyone was watching him. He was sure they knew he didn&amp;#039;t belong here. At any moment he was expecting a security team to drag him off to a cell and tell him that it was just a bad joke by that captain who had said he had 2 options, Fleet or a cell. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Richard made his way to the airlock to the Atlantis and passed trough the checkpoint there, the ship felt the same way as the station. It didn&amp;#039;t feel like a ship. It was too clean, there was no noises that told him he was on a ship. The bulkheads where all aliened perfectly, any wiring where hidden away behind panels. This ship felt alien to him as a Klingon bird of pray would to a fleet engineer. Down the halls he walked to a lift that took his to main engineering. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As he walked in the beating heart of Atlantis stood before him. The massive warp core, pulsing slowly as a team ran a test on it. &amp;quot;Well this is it, a bit cleaner than what I&amp;#039;m used to but I can live with it.&amp;quot; Richard put his hand to a bulkhead mid way down engineering and stopped. &amp;quot;I am Richard Gates, I am to be working with you Atlantis, I am to take care of you and I will do my best but I need you to talk to me, let me know if you have any problems before these computers do.&amp;quot; He said in a low soft voice. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just then a young engineer stop and looked at him with a puzzled look.  &amp;quot;Err sorry? Was you talking to me?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Richard gave him a smile and shook his head, &amp;quot;No I wasn&amp;#039;t talking to you, I was talking to a very attractive girl.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The engineer looked around with a more puzzled look. &amp;quot;There is only me and you here? I think you need to get checked out with by a doctor?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Richard smiled. &amp;quot;I was talking about Atlantis, I was getting to know her, Tell me fleeter wheres the boss?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The engineer pointed up to a door on the 2nd floor and a lift to get to it. Richard gave a nod and headed up to the door, pushed the chime and waited for an answer. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ensign Gates Eng&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 19:02:28 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Michael Hacking</dc:creator>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Gamemaster Terror Tribble (Gamemaster) in New Crew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Michael Hacking  in New Crew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Captain Remy Evans (XO - imminent CO) in New Crew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Hey everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : I&amp;#039;d like for you to welcome Michael Hacking, and he&amp;#039;ll be playing our newest Engineer, Richard Gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Welcome aboard Michael!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Thanks for the welcome. I look forward to rplaying with you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Michael Hacking aka Richard Gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Welcome Michael, and remember, space is choppy. I hope you packed your floaties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: The Atlantis has just docked at Starbase 157 for their mission orders and a stop over, so Richard could meet up with the ship there if you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Welcome aboard Michael and welcome back to STF -Chris&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 23:13:01 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;After his meeting with the CE Richard had to report to medical for his exam. He really didn&amp;#039;t see the point in this. He never had to have a medical every time he joined a civilian ship. He as just finished his passing out medical from the academy. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Richard made a quick stop at his quarters to drop his bag off and to take a look around. They where small but he was used to that. He kinda liked that, but again standing in the middle of the room it felt alien to him. Everything was built in and looked new. The bed look like it had just been made.  It looked like it was a hotel. As he looked around he found it hard to believe this was now his room. It looked better than some of the captains quarters on the cargo ships he had been on. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Richard placed his bag on the bed before heading out. It didn&amp;#039;t take anytime for him to find the medical bay. The lift systems was impressive. They didn&amp;#039;t only go up and down like most lifts but side ways as well. Which means he only had to say where he wanted to go and it would take him near to where he wanted to be. He liked the idea but one of the best part of being an engineer was going to the parts of the ship where no one but the builders and the odd engineer had been. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The door to the lift opened and Richard walked out to find himself in a hallway across from the medical center. As he was about to step out a team of marines jogged passed singing some chant that meant nothing to Richard. Richard had read the news reports but never come across marines before.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once the team as disappeared around a corner Richard stepped out and into medical. There he looked around a little. There was a number of bed around the room all high tec affairs. A far cry from the very basic med bed he had used to fix the odd broken bones. This room was like every other room on the ship. Stat of the art and built to serve the job it was designed for, on the cargo ship the medical center had been a small room big enough for a single bed and a medic. Cargo ships only had that much because it was a legal requirement that all ships that have a crew larger than 10 had to have one. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Richard looked around at the room he started to become aware of the people in the room, There perfect, and smart blue uniforms to denote there posting as medical staff. That&amp;#039;s when he remembered that he was here for his boarding exam to clear him for duty. Richard decided to wait where he was and let one of the team come to him. So he waited, and watched, making a mental note of what each device was and what it did. Some he knew, they where just more advanced versions of what he had seen and used on the cargo ship, others he had no idea. He could make out the scanners and displays with ease, others where alien to him. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ensign Gates (Eng)&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 17:54:26 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Ensign Richard Gates (Engineer) in Tac Op: 1300hrs - Attn MCO &amp;amp;amp; CMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: After his meeting with the CE Richard had to report to medical for his exam. He really didn&amp;#039;t see the point in this. He never had to have a medical every time he joined a civilian ship. He as just finished his passing out medical from the academy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Richard made a quick stop at his quarters to drop his bag off and to take a look around. They where small but he was used to that. He kinda liked that, but again standing in the middle of the room it felt alien to him. Everything was built in and looked new. The bed look like it had just been made.  It looked like it was a hotel. As he looked around he found it hard to believe this was now his room. It looked better than some of the captains quarters on the cargo ships he had been on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Richard placed his bag on the bed before heading out. It didn&amp;#039;t take anytime for him to find the medical bay. The lift systems was impressive. They didn&amp;#039;t only go up and down like most lifts but side ways as well. Which means he only had to say where he wanted to go and it would take him near to where he wanted to be. He liked the idea but one of the best part of being an engineer was going to the parts of the ship where no one but the builders and the odd engineer had been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: The door to the lift opened and Richard walked out to find himself in a hallway across from the medical center. As he was about to step out a team of marines jogged passed singing some chant that meant nothing to Richard. Richard had read the news reports but never come across marines before.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Once the team as disappeared around a corner Richard stepped out and into medical. There he looked around a little. There was a number of bed around the room all high tec affairs. A far cry from the very basic med bed he had used to fix the odd broken bones. This room was like every other room on the ship. Stat of the art and built to serve the job it was designed for, on the cargo ship the medical center had been a small room big enough for a single bed and a medic. Cargo ships only had that much because it was a legal requirement that all ships that have a crew larger than 10 had to have one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: As Richard looked around at the room he started to become aware of the people in the room, There perfect, and smart blue uniforms to denote there posting as medical staff. That&amp;#039;s when he remembered that he was here for his boarding exam to clear him for duty. Richard decided to wait where he was and let one of the team come to him. So he waited, and watched, making a mental note of what each device was and what it did. Some he knew, they where just more advanced versions of what he had seen and used on the cargo ship, others he had no idea. He could make out the scanners and displays with ease, others where alien to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Ensign Gates (Eng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC: Sorry about the heading, I&amp;#039;m not sure how that happened, I meant it to say medical&lt;/p&gt;
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Richard had finished unpacking his things and had set up his room the way he wanted it. He had been busy but there one was one more he had to do be before he could start work. Someone else who had to clear him for duty, The ships counselor. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before he had help the colony he had never come across the breed of people that called themselves counselors. The first time he had come across one was on the ship back to Earth. The ships counselor who had tried to work out why someone who hated fleet would put himself in a life pod to help a colony and a star fleet station when even his own captain had told him it was hopeless. She couldn&amp;#039;t understand why a civilian with only basic medical skills and no training would risk his life to try and save others. Or that&amp;#039;s the way Richard saw it. Then back on Earth he had meet an entire team of them. People who&amp;#039;s job it was to tell him to open up. &amp;quot;It helps to talk about it.&amp;quot; they kept telling him, &amp;quot;Take your time, relax. Tell me what is on your mind. Tell me about the dreams? Why do you feel you have to drink? Does it help you sleep? We can give you drugs to help you sleep.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He had enough of them then and now he would have to meet another one. &amp;quot;I swear that if this one says how are you feeling I will swing for them.&amp;quot; He said in a low voice as he looked down at his watch to make sure he wasn&amp;#039;t too early and seeing he was a few minutes late he pushed the chime on the door and waited. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ensign Gates (Eng)&lt;/p&gt;
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in Science Labs- Side Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &amp;quot;Yeah,&amp;quot; Tyler said, grinning. &amp;quot;I was just on my way to Engineering to check it out.&amp;quot; He grabbed a science kit and slung it over his shoulder. &amp;quot;Did you want to join me?&amp;quot; He asked as he made his way towards the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : -Tyler Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : OOC: You&amp;#039;re still needed in the side sim Tyra. :) Feel free to jump into wherever else there is action or comm others to find out more. Tyler is still technically in engineering but others will have more info. ~Linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Elle looked up at the word &amp;#039;bugs&amp;#039;, she hated bugs, ever since those large bugs of Rems II thought her hair was their nest and infested it. It took a long time for both herself and her hair to recover, and she hadn&amp;#039;t been able to deal with them since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : =^= XO to Science, have you tried using cryoprobes on the bugs yet, or have you found a solution? =^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : =/\= I&amp;#039;ll try the cryoprobes, Commander =/\= Elle replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : She set up the cryoprobes and double checked that she had done that correctly. Satisfied with her progress, Elle set the probes in action and waited to see the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : =/\= Cryoprobes being implemented now, Commander, =/\= Elle reported.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Tara looked up at the mention of cryoprobes she poked her head out &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s going on? Anything I can help with?&amp;quot;  She asked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : CSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;Could you check that I&amp;#039;ve attached the cyroprobes correctly, Chief,&amp;quot; Elle asked, &amp;quot;I think I&amp;#039;ve done it correctly, but I&amp;#039;m not sure. I did the training at the academy, but have had no practical experience in their use.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: A quick check by Tara would show that one of the probes wasn&amp;#039;t attached properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: - Ens Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tara nodded and began going over the attachments to make sure that they were correct &amp;quot;What are we doing with this?&amp;quot;  She asked as she worked on the cryoprobes.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CSO&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 19:00:05 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Ashlynn Summers (Doctor) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Ensign Elle Kensington (Scientist) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : After her visit with the CO, Elle headed to sickbay. Entering sickbay, she approached someone who seemed to be a medical officer and said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m Ensign Elle Kensington. I am here for my boarding physical.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : - Ens Kensington, Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &amp;quot;Welcome aboard Ensign.  I&amp;#039;m Dr. Summers.&amp;quot;  Ashlynn said as a way of introduction &amp;quot;Have a seat on the first bed and we&amp;#039;ll get that taken care of.&amp;quot;  She said as she picked up a PaDD and pulled up Suzie&amp;#039;s medical file &amp;quot;Anything that&amp;#039;s not listed in here that I need to be aware of?&amp;quot;  She asked glancing over the medical information on the new science officer sitting in front of her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Summers (doctor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Elle got up on the biobed and said, &amp;quot;not that I&amp;#039;m aware of, Doctor Summers. I did have headaches a while back which were stress related, but they&amp;#039;ve gone now. I&amp;#039;m also happy with my glasses, I don&amp;#039;t want the corrective surgery done to my eyes. And I&amp;#039;m in good health.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : - Ens Kensington, Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m glad to hear this.&amp;quot;  Ashlynn said as she began taking scans of the science officer and waiting for the data to come back &amp;quot;When was the last time that you had any of the headaches you described?&amp;quot;  She asked &amp;quot;If they start again, I need you to let us know immediately.&amp;quot;  She said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Summers (doctor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;Yes, Doctor,&amp;quot; Elle replied, &amp;quot;the last time I had those headaches was when I walked in on my Counselor friend getting very close to a fourth year medical cadet, when we&amp;#039;d been seeing each other for at least six months. It was devastating. My Counselor friend told me he needed someone more serious and less flighty than me. I was upset, the final year medical cadet was another friend of mine. I was not prepared for it at all. No offence and nothing personal, Doctor Summers, but I haven&amp;#039;t liked doctors since that experience, and I definitely don&amp;#039;t like hypersprays. I believe the two of them were assigned to another ship, a science ship, by the name of the USS Brooks.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: - Ens Kensington, Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: OOC: Just to clarify for everyone, the Atlantis crew don&amp;#039;t know anything about the disappearance of the USS Brooks as yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: - GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ash nodded &amp;quot;Can&amp;#039;t say that I blame you for not liking the medical types.&amp;quot;  She said &amp;quot;Well, if there&amp;#039;s anything I can do, let me know.&amp;quot;  She said &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;ll keep track of the headaches for a couple of months and see if we can figure out what the root cause is.  It could be something as simple as something you&amp;#039;re eating or stress.&amp;quot;  She said with a smile.  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re cleared for duty Ensign.  Welcome aboard the Atlantis.&amp;quot;  She said &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Summers (doctor)&lt;/p&gt;
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