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 <title>OOC: Hello Everyone! on USS Ogawa</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Greetings!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As some of you may have realized, I&amp;#039;ve been privileged to gain command of the Ogawa. I&amp;#039;m extremely excited to be here; she is quite honestly my dream ship to captain. The medical side of STF holds a large part of my heart captive and I expect to be here for a long while. :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Currently, I&amp;#039;m trying to smooth out all the little things that come with a ship; however, I should make my debut IC very soon. I do have some goals for the ship, the foremost is getting posting levels back up once more. For that, I need everyone&amp;#039;s help. I realize it&amp;#039;s been a little rough lately and I&amp;#039;m hoping to stir up some action outside of just the main sim. Character development, side-sims both silly and serious, and NE hubbub are encouraged! I love reading all the antics different personalities can get into and it gives an opportunity for people to join into other events. Expect my Captain to be visiting departments for general inspections. Feel free to have everything prepared (or not!) for her arrival.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thank you all for your patience and dedication for this ship. I know it can take a lot of will-power to post on a ship sometimes. If anybody has any comments or concerns they would like me to be aware of, please either leave a note here or send it to my inbox. (Alternatively, you can always catch me on IRC as Ocelot as well.) Even if it&amp;#039;s small or something you may think too trivial, I&amp;#039;m open to hear it. I want the Ogawa to be the absolute best she can be.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Crissy&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2013 11:26:25 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>OOC: Hello Everyone! on USS Ogawa</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/552285</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Greetings!&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 some of you may have realized, I&amp;#039;ve been privileged to gain command of the Ogawa. I&amp;#039;m extremely excited to be here; she is quite honestly my dream ship to captain. The medical side of STF holds a large part of my heart captive and I expect to be here for a long while. :)&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;: Currently, I&amp;#039;m trying to smooth out all the little things that come with a ship; however, I should make my debut IC very soon. I do have some goals for the ship, the foremost is getting posting levels back up once more. For that, I need everyone&amp;#039;s help. I realize it&amp;#039;s been a little rough lately and I&amp;#039;m hoping to stir up some action outside of just the main sim. Character development, side-sims both silly and serious, and NE hubbub are encouraged! I love reading all the antics different personalities can get into and it gives an opportunity for people to join into other events. Expect my Captain to be visiting departments for general inspections. Feel free to have everything prepared (or not!) for her arrival.&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;: Thank you all for your patience and dedication for this ship. I know it can take a lot of will-power to post on a ship sometimes. If anybody has any comments or concerns they would like me to be aware of, please either leave a note here or send it to my inbox. (Alternatively, you can always catch me on IRC as Ocelot as well.) Even if it&amp;#039;s small or something you may think too trivial, I&amp;#039;m open to hear it. I want the Ogawa to be the absolute best she can be.&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;: Crissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Really excited to have you here Crissy! This should be lots of fun! :) People will note that the sim has &amp;quot;started&amp;quot; in the shuttlebay, so expect things to get moving shortly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Linds&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2013 13:48:26 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>lindsayb</dc:creator>
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 <title>Quarters - Rayn on USS Ogawa</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Rayn rolled over in bed and looked out at the darkness of her room. What had woken her up? She listened to see if there was a noise out of place. No, nothing...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The quiet was filled with the sound of her sigh. It had taken forever for her to fall asleep and now she was awake again. Light blue eyes looked at the chronometer at her bedside. 0413. That meant she&amp;#039;d only been asleep about 45 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Good grief!&amp;quot; The CoS closed her eyes and tried to will herself back to sleep, but it was no good. Tired and irritated, she finally threw back the covers and got up, wrapping herself in a plum colored robe before making her way to the replicator for a cup of chamomile and valerian tea. Easing herself onto the couch, three fingers hooked around the handle of the mug, Rayn hoped it would help and she could get at least another hour before getting around for duty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;---Rayn&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2013 21:34:27 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Conference Room- All Senior Staff on USS Ogawa</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : It was early, 0500 to be exact and the night shift on the Ogawa was small and highly focused. There was no reason for anyone to be in here, so the lights were off and no one was around.&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 Ogawa carried two Liberty-class runabouts as aux vessels and that was it. A runabout was larger than she really needed, but then again it could be advantageous to have that extra power. And the medical modifications could come in handy as well. Still, it was unnecessary for just her, so a shuttle would do.&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;: : Stepping into the shuttlebay, she called for the lights to be turned on and strode purposefully over to the shuttle dubbed Perceptive. She triggered the hatch as she adjusted the bag over her shoulder, waited, and then stepped inside.&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 five minutes later, the sound of someone entering echoed through the space and Kal found her heart racing. Dammit! Who the hell would be here now? But... wait... the sound was that of two pairs of feet. Damn. She had no where to go, but she rose from the pilots chair, cornered.&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;: : Kal Darvaana, Security&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;Going somewhere?&amp;quot; the voice of the Betazoid diplomat sounded before Commander Anar Loralle came into view.&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;Sure looks it to me,&amp;quot; Nar Sokaya. &amp;quot;Not even in uniform and brought a bag. Looks like she&amp;#039;s going to make a run for it,&amp;quot; the Kobliad Ambassador 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;: &amp;quot;Ouch. AWOL and stealing a shuttle to go rogue. That&amp;#039;s going to put a dent on the record. You know what does Starfleet does with officers in such a case?&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;: &amp;quot;If it&amp;#039;s anything  like Kobliad, I can foresee some sort of severe punishment. Demotion at least. Likely prison time,&amp;quot; Sokaya said, gazing cooly at Darvaana, though there was definitely a hint of sympathy.&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;Sorry Kal, but we&amp;#039;re not letting go at it alone,&amp;quot; Loralle said as she tapped her commbadge. =/\=Loralle to Beal. Commander, sorry to disturb you so early this morning, but if you could have yourself and the senior staff meet me in the Conference Room, there is a situation we all need to discuss. =/\=&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;: ~Mischief Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC: Okay, editing this as Terry has had to leave the ship. Just going to wiggle this into allowing the new Command crew to to come aboard and get involved.&lt;br /&gt;
IC:&lt;br /&gt;
A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~Mischief Maker&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 14:34:37 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>lindsayb</dc:creator>
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 <title>Science Lab 1 on USS Ogawa</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Docked at DS9, the Ogawa was being resupplied and crew transfers. The science department was going through it&amp;#039;s own turnover and a new face handed her boarding clearance to the guard on duty, slipped the PADD back into her shoulder bag, and set foot on the small ship. A medical ship wasn&amp;#039;t exactly most people&amp;#039;s first choice, but since her specialty was biology, it was a good fit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Strolling through the corridors, the odd person she came across nodded to her and then gave a lingering glance as they noted the large object she was carrying with apparent ease. It was a hexagonal clear container with a slightly purple tinged liquid sloshing back and forth as she walked. On the side was a blackish object, shaped much like a starfish, clinging to the side of the container. A bag was &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stepping into Lab 1, she found a counter space and set the container down. &amp;quot;You just hang tight there darlin&amp;#039; till I find out where your new home is,&amp;quot; she said in a clear voice that sounded excitable. Running an hand over her pixie cut platinum blond hair, she turned and called over to the only person she saw in the lab. &amp;quot;Hi! I&amp;#039;m new here. Would you know where I might find the Chief Science Officer?&amp;quot; she asked cheerily.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ensign Nia Harmon, Sciences&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 16:40:21 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>OOC: Hello Everyone! on USS Ogawa</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/552545</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Greetings!&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 some of you may have realized, I&amp;#039;ve been privileged to gain command of the Ogawa. I&amp;#039;m extremely excited to be here; she is quite honestly my dream ship to captain. The medical side of STF holds a large part of my heart captive and I expect to be here for a long while. :)&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;: : Currently, I&amp;#039;m trying to smooth out all the little things that come with a ship; however, I should make my debut IC very soon. I do have some goals for the ship, the foremost is getting posting levels back up once more. For that, I need everyone&amp;#039;s help. I realize it&amp;#039;s been a little rough lately and I&amp;#039;m hoping to stir up some action outside of just the main sim. Character development, side-sims both silly and serious, and NE hubbub are encouraged! I love reading all the antics different personalities can get into and it gives an opportunity for people to join into other events. Expect my Captain to be visiting departments for general inspections. Feel free to have everything prepared (or not!) for her arrival.&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;: : Thank you all for your patience and dedication for this ship. I know it can take a lot of will-power to post on a ship sometimes. If anybody has any comments or concerns they would like me to be aware of, please either leave a note here or send it to my inbox. (Alternatively, you can always catch me on IRC as Ocelot as well.) Even if it&amp;#039;s small or something you may think too trivial, I&amp;#039;m open to hear it. I want the Ogawa to be the absolute best she can be.&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;: : Crissy&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;: Really excited to have you here Crissy! This should be lots of fun! :) People will note that the sim has &amp;quot;started&amp;quot; in the shuttlebay, so expect things to get moving shortly.&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;: Linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Welcome aboard, Crissy! You will be a great captain! =D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Terry&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 18:21:04 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Conference Room- All Senior Staff on USS Ogawa</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : It was early, 0500 to be exact and the night shift on the Ogawa was small and highly focused. There was no reason for anyone to be in here, so the lights were off and no one was 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;: : : The Ogawa carried two Liberty-class runabouts as aux vessels and that was it. A runabout was larger than she really needed, but then again it could be advantageous to have that extra power. And the medical modifications could come in handy as well. Still, it was unnecessary for just her, so a shuttle would do.&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;: : : Stepping into the shuttlebay, she called for the lights to be turned on and strode purposefully over to the shuttle dubbed Perceptive. She triggered the hatch as she adjusted the bag over her shoulder, waited, and then stepped inside.&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;: : : Not five minutes later, the sound of someone entering echoed through the space and Kal found her heart racing. Dammit! Who the hell would be here now? But... wait... the sound was that of two pairs of feet. Damn. She had no where to go, but she rose from the pilots chair, cornered.&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;: : : Kal Darvaana, Security&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;Going somewhere?&amp;quot; the voice of the Betazoid diplomat sounded before Commander Anar Loralle came into view.&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;Sure looks it to me,&amp;quot; Nar Sokaya. &amp;quot;Not even in uniform and brought a bag. Looks like she&amp;#039;s going to make a run for it,&amp;quot; the Kobliad Ambassador 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;Ouch. AWOL and stealing a shuttle to go rogue. That&amp;#039;s going to put a dent on the record. You know what does Starfleet does with officers in such a case?&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;If it&amp;#039;s anything  like Kobliad, I can foresee some sort of severe punishment. Demotion at least. Likely prison time,&amp;quot; Sokaya said, gazing cooly at Darvaana, though there was definitely a hint of sympathy.&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;Sorry Kal, but we&amp;#039;re not letting go at it alone,&amp;quot; Loralle said as she tapped her commbadge. =/\=Loralle to Beal. Commander, sorry to disturb you so early this morning, but if you could have yourself and the senior staff meet me in the Conference Room, there is a situation we all need to discuss. =/\=&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;: : ~Mischief Maker&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: Okay, editing this as Terry has had to leave the ship. Just going to wiggle this into allowing the new Command crew to to come aboard and get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: IC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: ~Mischief Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC: Wow, Linds, you are fast...I haven&amp;#039;t even written Fallon off yet. =P I will keep her posts out of the main sim so as not to interfere. However, I will be here until the new XO arrives. ;)  And yes, everyone, I am having to leave. I am FComm6 now and I can&amp;#039;t keep up with being an XO currently. =(&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Terry&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/stf1/ogawa&quot; class=&quot;og_links&quot;&gt;USS Ogawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 18:27:05 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Rogarian</dc:creator>
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 <title>Conference Room- All Senior Staff on USS Ogawa</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/552646</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : It was early, 0500 to be exact and the night shift on the Ogawa was small and highly focused. There was no reason for anyone to be in here, so the lights were off and no one was around.&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;: : : : The Ogawa carried two Liberty-class runabouts as aux vessels and that was it. A runabout was larger than she really needed, but then again it could be advantageous to have that extra power. And the medical modifications could come in handy as well. Still, it was unnecessary for just her, so a shuttle would do.&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;: : : : Stepping into the shuttlebay, she called for the lights to be turned on and strode purposefully over to the shuttle dubbed Perceptive. She triggered the hatch as she adjusted the bag over her shoulder, waited, and then stepped inside.&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;: : : : Not five minutes later, the sound of someone entering echoed through the space and Kal found her heart racing. Dammit! Who the hell would be here now? But... wait... the sound was that of two pairs of feet. Damn. She had no where to go, but she rose from the pilots chair, cornered.&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;: : : : Kal Darvaana, Security&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;Going somewhere?&amp;quot; the voice of the Betazoid diplomat sounded before Commander Anar Loralle came into view.&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;Sure looks it to me,&amp;quot; Nar Sokaya. &amp;quot;Not even in uniform and brought a bag. Looks like she&amp;#039;s going to make a run for it,&amp;quot; the Kobliad Ambassador 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;Ouch. AWOL and stealing a shuttle to go rogue. That&amp;#039;s going to put a dent on the record. You know what does Starfleet does with officers in such a case?&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;If it&amp;#039;s anything  like Kobliad, I can foresee some sort of severe punishment. Demotion at least. Likely prison time,&amp;quot; Sokaya said, gazing cooly at Darvaana, though there was definitely a hint of sympathy.&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;Sorry Kal, but we&amp;#039;re not letting go at it alone,&amp;quot; Loralle said as she tapped her commbadge. =/\=Loralle to Beal. Commander, sorry to disturb you so early this morning, but if you could have yourself and the senior staff meet me in the Conference Room, there is a situation we all need to discuss. =/\=&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;: : : ~Mischief Maker&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: Okay, editing this as Terry has had to leave the ship. Just going to wiggle this into allowing the new Command crew to to come aboard and get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : IC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : ~Mischief Maker&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: Wow, Linds, you are fast...I haven&amp;#039;t even written Fallon off yet. =P I will keep her posts out of the main sim so as not to interfere. However, I will be here until the new XO arrives. ;)  And yes, everyone, I am having to leave. I am FComm6 now and I can&amp;#039;t keep up with being an XO currently. =(&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;: Terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC: Sorry Terry! Guess I was confused about how things were happening. Didn&amp;#039;t meant to step on your toes. I just needed to post so I wasn&amp;#039;t AWOL and keep the sim moving along so the crew can get involved.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~Linds&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/stf1/ogawa&quot; class=&quot;og_links&quot;&gt;USS Ogawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 08:42:09 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>lindsayb</dc:creator>
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 <title>Conference Room- All Senior Staff on USS Ogawa</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/552710</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : It was early, 0500 to be exact and the night shift on the Ogawa was small and highly focused. There was no reason for anyone to be in here, so the lights were off and no one was around.&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;: : : : : The Ogawa carried two Liberty-class runabouts as aux vessels and that was it. A runabout was larger than she really needed, but then again it could be advantageous to have that extra power. And the medical modifications could come in handy as well. Still, it was unnecessary for just her, so a shuttle would do.&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;: : : : : Stepping into the shuttlebay, she called for the lights to be turned on and strode purposefully over to the shuttle dubbed Perceptive. She triggered the hatch as she adjusted the bag over her shoulder, waited, and then stepped inside.&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;: : : : : Not five minutes later, the sound of someone entering echoed through the space and Kal found her heart racing. Dammit! Who the hell would be here now? But... wait... the sound was that of two pairs of feet. Damn. She had no where to go, but she rose from the pilots chair, cornered.&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;: : : : : Kal Darvaana, Security&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;Going somewhere?&amp;quot; the voice of the Betazoid diplomat sounded before Commander Anar Loralle came into view.&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;Sure looks it to me,&amp;quot; Nar Sokaya. &amp;quot;Not even in uniform and brought a bag. Looks like she&amp;#039;s going to make a run for it,&amp;quot; the Kobliad Ambassador 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;Ouch. AWOL and stealing a shuttle to go rogue. That&amp;#039;s going to put a dent on the record. You know what does Starfleet does with officers in such a case?&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;If it&amp;#039;s anything  like Kobliad, I can foresee some sort of severe punishment. Demotion at least. Likely prison time,&amp;quot; Sokaya said, gazing cooly at Darvaana, though there was definitely a hint of sympathy.&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;Sorry Kal, but we&amp;#039;re not letting go at it alone,&amp;quot; Loralle said as she tapped her commbadge. =/\=Loralle to Beal. Commander, sorry to disturb you so early this morning, but if you could have yourself and the senior staff meet me in the Conference Room, there is a situation we all need to discuss. =/\=&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;: : : : ~Mischief Maker&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: Okay, editing this as Terry has had to leave the ship. Just going to wiggle this into allowing the new Command crew to to come aboard and get involved.&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;: : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : ~Mischief Maker&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: Wow, Linds, you are fast...I haven&amp;#039;t even written Fallon off yet. =P I will keep her posts out of the main sim so as not to interfere. However, I will be here until the new XO arrives. ;)  And yes, everyone, I am having to leave. I am FComm6 now and I can&amp;#039;t keep up with being an XO currently. =(&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;: : Terry&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: Sorry Terry! Guess I was confused about how things were happening. Didn&amp;#039;t meant to step on your toes. I just needed to post so I wasn&amp;#039;t AWOL and keep the sim moving along so the crew can get involved.&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;: ~Linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Serena headed to the conference room for the urgent meeting.  She came in and sat down.  Feeling slightly refreshed from the small amount of down time that they had while at the station.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CE&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/stf1/ogawa&quot; class=&quot;og_links&quot;&gt;USS Ogawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:49:14 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>tschroll</dc:creator>
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 <title>Dorchester&#039;s Quarters on USS Ogawa</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/552717</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Crewman Gwendolyn Lynette Dorchester (Medic/Medical Intern) in Sickbay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Crewman Gwendolyn Lynette Dorchester (Medic/Medical Intern) in Cargo Hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Crewman Gwendolyn Lynette Dorchester (Medic/Medical Intern) in Dorchester&amp;amp;#039;s Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Crewman Gwendolyn Lynette Dorchester (Medic/Medical Intern) in Dorchester&amp;amp;#039;s Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Crewman Gwendolyn Lynette Dorchester (Medic/Medical Intern) in Dorchester&amp;amp;#039;s Quarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Crewman Gwendolyn Lynette Dorchester (Medic/Medical Intern) in Holodeck II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Crewman Gwendolyn Lynette Dorchester (Medic/Medical Intern) in Holodeck II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by Crewman Gwendolyn Lynette Dorchester (Medic/Medical Intern) in Holodeck II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Gwen stopped outside the holodeck &amp;quot;Computer run Dorchester Bravo 7.&amp;quot;  She said and stepped into the holodeck as the surroundings changed to a football field and there were seven large marines on the field and they were passing around a football.  Waving Gwen over and tossing her the ball she joined in their game, it was a physical game and there were some rough tackles.  Gwen bounced back from each of them but the game itself was fun.  It gave her a chance to forget about what was going on with Section 31 and there was very little going on in Sickbay.  She needed to have something going on or she might be getting into trouble.  &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;: : : : : : : : Dorchester (medic)&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;: : : : : : : After a couple of hours of hard playing, Gwen finally ended the program and returned to her quarters to shower and do some studying.  If she was in her quarters, there was little she could do to get in trouble.  So that was the safest place for her to be.  Since there was really nothing else for her to be doing. &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;: : : : : : : Dorchester (medic)&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;: : : : : : Stoops was waiting near Gwen&amp;#039;s quarters, she had embarrassed him before in the lounge and now he wanted revenge.  He knew that he wouldn&amp;#039;t be able to overtake her in a direct confrontation, but perhaps is he caught her by surprise, he might stand a chance.  Not much but maybe he could get get something on her.  She walked into her quarters and just as her door started to shut, Stoops slipped in and with a sudden surge of energy, he rushed Gwen knocking her into the bulk head on the opposite side of her quarters, causing her to hit her head.  Before she could react he slammed her head into the wall again, splitting it open.  &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;: : : : : : Dazed and now in total defensive mode, Gwen kicked out catching Stoops in the groin as she scrambled to her feet and looked for a weapon, anything that might be able to help her.  She didn&amp;#039;t know exactly where she was, but she knew she had to defend herself.  Without a weapon, she fell back to her normal mode of defense, her fists.  She managed to land a blow or two before Stoops ran out of her quarters and she slid to the floor trying to figure out exactly what had happened.  The blood from her head was dripping into her eyes.  &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;: : : : : : Dorchester (medic)&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;: : : : : Gwen had no idea how long she sat there, she may have even blacked out for a little bit.  She finally pulled herself to her feet and stumbled into the bathroom to clean herself up.  She still had no idea what happened.  She never made it to the bathroom, she simply laid down on her bed and fell asleep...probably the worst thing to do at that point. &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;: : : : : Dorchester (medic)&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;: : : : Without any idea how long she slept, Gwen woke up with a splitting headache and a pillow covered in blood from the head wound.  Pushing herself out of bed she headed into the bathroom to take a sonic shower and get cleaned up.  Looking at the small clock on the bedside table, she growled and realized that she needed to report for duty in Sickbay in a little less than forty minutes.  A quick shower and a look in the mirror, she sighed, she looked like she had gone ten rounds with a boxer.  A black eye and a large laceration at her hairline, which made it difficult to comb her hair and put it up.  Finally she was ready for duty and headed to sickbay.  A niggling thought in the back of her head about what could happen today.  But there was no pain.  &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;: : : : Dorchester (medic)&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;: : : Fortunately for the medic sickbay was empty and that was just fine with her.  She found a quiet corner and turned on one of the computers and began going over the days appointments and assignments.  She noticed that two of the other medics had called off, that was going to leave them short if something happened.  &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;: : : Taking a moment, Gwen contacted two other medics that were off duty for the day to put them on standby should they be needed.  That done, she went through the supplies that had arrived from the outpost and discovered that they had all been put in the Cargo bay.  Picking up a Padd she headed down there to put things in some semblance of order so that they could be easily brought to Sickbay via transport if needed.  It also got her away from people.  She was feeling very isolationist today and in that mood it was often better for her to be away from other people.  &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;: : : Dorchester (medic)&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;: : In the cargo hold, Gwen started at the back and began working her way forward.  With the use of a antigrav sled, she was able to move the crates to specific locations and tag them for easy transport when needed.  She noticed that they had two or three new bio beds to replace the older ones in Sickbay.  She marked these as well in case they were needed quickly.  &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 rest of the crates were medicines and supplies that were sorted by name and rate of usage.  It was a tedious task but it kept Gwen focused and able to do the things that she needed to get done.  Once the task was complete, she sent a message to the Chief of Staff and CMO to let them know that the orders had been organized and everything was tagged.  Heading back up to Sickbay, Gwen found a hypo of hydrocorteline for the headache she had and sat down to continue studying for her midterms that were coming up shortly.  &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;: : Dorchester (medic)&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 hydrocorteline was doing nothing for the headache that she had, there was still no pain from the laceraton that covered her forehead and back into her hair.  It was still slightly open but no longer bleeding.  Gwen stood up and turned over her duties to one of the other medics &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll be in my quarters.&amp;quot;  She said &amp;quot;If things get busy call me.&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;: Dorchester (medic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Walking back into her quarters, Gwen noticed the mess and the remnants of the fight from the day before.  Sighing she replicated some cleaning supplies and set about cleaning up the mess.  She was still trying to piece together exactly what had happened.  She remembered someone pushing her into her quarters and then things got fuzzy.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dorchester (medic)&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 18:24:28 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Fallon sat staring at the LCARS screen, the tears puddling in her storm gray eyes. Tabitha&amp;#039;s family picture sat on the shelf behind the desk and when Fallon blinked and looked up at laughing family of three the tears began running freely down her cheeks. &amp;quot;Tabitha...what will I do without you?&amp;quot; Her eyes travelled from the beautiful blonde woman to the 14 year old girl who stood with her arms around the shoulders of her mom and dad. &amp;quot;Lizzy, I&amp;#039;m so sorry that I am all that you have left...&amp;quot; She glanced at the handsome happy face of Michael who now was also gone from life. A freak accident on a local transport and they both had died in the resulting fire. Lizzy, who had been in school at the time was now an orphan and Fallon was going to have to go to Mars and settle things for her niece.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She quickly made some inquiries and found that there was a fast shuttle leaving DS-9 in five hours and they had room to take her aboard. She booked the space and went in search of the captain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fallon Beal, XO signing off...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC: And with that post I bid you all farewell as I take Clyde off into the ether. I loved being on the ship and playing with you all. I just can&amp;#039;t be an XO right now and do a good job. I&amp;#039;ll see y&amp;#039;all around the club! =D&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 19:33:48 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : It was early, 0500 to be exact and the night shift on the Ogawa was small and highly focused. There was no reason for anyone to be in here, so the lights were off and no one was around.&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;: : : : : : The Ogawa carried two Liberty-class runabouts as aux vessels and that was it. A runabout was larger than she really needed, but then again it could be advantageous to have that extra power. And the medical modifications could come in handy as well. Still, it was unnecessary for just her, so a shuttle would do.&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;: : : : : : Stepping into the shuttlebay, she called for the lights to be turned on and strode purposefully over to the shuttle dubbed Perceptive. She triggered the hatch as she adjusted the bag over her shoulder, waited, and then stepped inside.&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;: : : : : : Not five minutes later, the sound of someone entering echoed through the space and Kal found her heart racing. Dammit! Who the hell would be here now? But... wait... the sound was that of two pairs of feet. Damn. She had no where to go, but she rose from the pilots chair, cornered.&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;: : : : : : Kal Darvaana, Security&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;Going somewhere?&amp;quot; the voice of the Betazoid diplomat sounded before Commander Anar Loralle came into view.&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;Sure looks it to me,&amp;quot; Nar Sokaya. &amp;quot;Not even in uniform and brought a bag. Looks like she&amp;#039;s going to make a run for it,&amp;quot; the Kobliad Ambassador replied.&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;Ouch. AWOL and stealing a shuttle to go rogue. That&amp;#039;s going to put a dent on the record. You know what does Starfleet does with officers in such a case?&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;If it&amp;#039;s anything  like Kobliad, I can foresee some sort of severe punishment. Demotion at least. Likely prison time,&amp;quot; Sokaya said, gazing cooly at Darvaana, though there was definitely a hint of sympathy.&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;Sorry Kal, but we&amp;#039;re not letting go at it alone,&amp;quot; Loralle said as she tapped her commbadge. =/\=Loralle to Beal. Commander, sorry to disturb you so early this morning, but if you could have yourself and the senior staff meet me in the Conference Room, there is a situation we all need to discuss. =/\=&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;: : : : : ~Mischief Maker&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: Okay, editing this as Terry has had to leave the ship. Just going to wiggle this into allowing the new Command crew to to come aboard and get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : IC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : ~Mischief Maker&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: Wow, Linds, you are fast...I haven&amp;#039;t even written Fallon off yet. =P I will keep her posts out of the main sim so as not to interfere. However, I will be here until the new XO arrives. ;)  And yes, everyone, I am having to leave. I am FComm6 now and I can&amp;#039;t keep up with being an XO currently. =(&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;: : : Terry&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: Sorry Terry! Guess I was confused about how things were happening. Didn&amp;#039;t meant to step on your toes. I just needed to post so I wasn&amp;#039;t AWOL and keep the sim moving along so the crew can get involved.&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;: : ~Linds&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;: Serena headed to the conference room for the urgent meeting.  She came in and sat down.  Feeling slightly refreshed from the small amount of down time that they had while at the station.  &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;An urgent meeting called by Loralle was not a good omen. Rayn stepped into the turbolift and shook her head. No doubt, Kal Darvanna was involved. A few moments later, the lift opened on the appropriate floor and she made her way to the conference room. She stepped in and took a seat.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:19:17 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in XO Quarters, Beal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Fallon sat staring at the LCARS screen, the tears puddling in her storm gray eyes. Tabitha&amp;#039;s family picture sat on the shelf behind the desk and when Fallon blinked and looked up at laughing family of three the tears began running freely down her cheeks. &amp;quot;Tabitha...what will I do without you?&amp;quot; Her eyes travelled from the beautiful blonde woman to the 14 year old girl who stood with her arms around the shoulders of her mom and dad. &amp;quot;Lizzy, I&amp;#039;m so sorry that I am all that you have left...&amp;quot; She glanced at the handsome happy face of Michael who now was also gone from life. A freak accident on a local transport and they both had died in the resulting fire. Lizzy, who had been in school at the time was now an orphan and Fallon was going to have to go to Mars and settle things for her niece.&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 quickly made some inquiries and found that there was a fast shuttle leaving DS-9 in five hours and they had room to take her aboard. She booked the space and went in search of the captain.&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;: Fallon Beal, XO signing off...&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: And with that post I bid you all farewell as I take Clyde off into the ether. I loved being on the ship and playing with you all. I just can&amp;#039;t be an XO right now and do a good job. I&amp;#039;ll see y&amp;#039;all around the club! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC:&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you so much for everything you&amp;#039;ve done for the Ogawa. We&amp;#039;ll definitely miss you. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Crissy&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 14:41:51 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : It was early, 0500 to be exact and the night shift on the Ogawa was small and highly focused. There was no reason for anyone to be in here, so the lights were off and no one was around.&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;: : : : : : The Ogawa carried two Liberty-class runabouts as aux vessels and that was it. A runabout was larger than she really needed, but then again it could be advantageous to have that extra power. And the medical modifications could come in handy as well. Still, it was unnecessary for just her, so a shuttle would do.&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;: : : : : : Stepping into the shuttlebay, she called for the lights to be turned on and strode purposefully over to the shuttle dubbed Perceptive. She triggered the hatch as she adjusted the bag over her shoulder, waited, and then stepped inside.&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;: : : : : : Not five minutes later, the sound of someone entering echoed through the space and Kal found her heart racing. Dammit! Who the hell would be here now? But... wait... the sound was that of two pairs of feet. Damn. She had no where to go, but she rose from the pilots chair, cornered.&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;: : : : : : Kal Darvaana, Security&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;Going somewhere?&amp;quot; the voice of the Betazoid diplomat sounded before Commander Anar Loralle came into view.&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;Sure looks it to me,&amp;quot; Nar Sokaya. &amp;quot;Not even in uniform and brought a bag. Looks like she&amp;#039;s going to make a run for it,&amp;quot; the Kobliad Ambassador replied.&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;Ouch. AWOL and stealing a shuttle to go rogue. That&amp;#039;s going to put a dent on the record. You know what does Starfleet does with officers in such a case?&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;If it&amp;#039;s anything  like Kobliad, I can foresee some sort of severe punishment. Demotion at least. Likely prison time,&amp;quot; Sokaya said, gazing cooly at Darvaana, though there was definitely a hint of sympathy.&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;Sorry Kal, but we&amp;#039;re not letting go at it alone,&amp;quot; Loralle said as she tapped her commbadge. =/\=Loralle to Beal. Commander, sorry to disturb you so early this morning, but if you could have yourself and the senior staff meet me in the Conference Room, there is a situation we all need to discuss. =/\=&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;: : : : : ~Mischief Maker&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: Okay, editing this as Terry has had to leave the ship. Just going to wiggle this into allowing the new Command crew to to come aboard and get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : IC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : ~Mischief Maker&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: Wow, Linds, you are fast...I haven&amp;#039;t even written Fallon off yet. =P I will keep her posts out of the main sim so as not to interfere. However, I will be here until the new XO arrives. ;)  And yes, everyone, I am having to leave. I am FComm6 now and I can&amp;#039;t keep up with being an XO currently. =(&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;: : : Terry&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: Sorry Terry! Guess I was confused about how things were happening. Didn&amp;#039;t meant to step on your toes. I just needed to post so I wasn&amp;#039;t AWOL and keep the sim moving along so the crew can get involved.&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;: : ~Linds&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;: Serena headed to the conference room for the urgent meeting.  She came in and sat down.  Feeling slightly refreshed from the small amount of down time that they had while at the station.  &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;Ross walked into the conference room with confident steps, posture straight. She&amp;#039;d been called to DS9 for a ship. It hadn&amp;#039;t been until earlier in the morning that she knew which ship it was. The USS Ogawa. Small, but she could work with that. A tightly knit crew was a stronger one, something a medical cruiser needed. This would be a family, not a business corporation. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was deeply tanned, loose black curls bouncing around her shoulders with each stride as she took her seat. A conference was hardly where she preferred to first meet her department heads and, she&amp;#039;d heard, the new XO whom would also be arriving from the station. A name hadn&amp;#039;t even been handed to her prior. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ayyye, time to wing it then. Ross settled in the chair and took a long glance around the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rae, CO&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 14:55:16 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Conference Room- All Senior Staff on USS Ogawa</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Rayn (Chief of Staff/CMO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Shuttlebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : It was early, 0500 to be exact and the night shift on the Ogawa was small and highly focused. There was no reason for anyone to be in here, so the lights were off and no one was around.&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;: : : : : : : The Ogawa carried two Liberty-class runabouts as aux vessels and that was it. A runabout was larger than she really needed, but then again it could be advantageous to have that extra power. And the medical modifications could come in handy as well. Still, it was unnecessary for just her, so a shuttle would do.&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;: : : : : : : Stepping into the shuttlebay, she called for the lights to be turned on and strode purposefully over to the shuttle dubbed Perceptive. She triggered the hatch as she adjusted the bag over her shoulder, waited, and then stepped inside.&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;: : : : : : : Not five minutes later, the sound of someone entering echoed through the space and Kal found her heart racing. Dammit! Who the hell would be here now? But... wait... the sound was that of two pairs of feet. Damn. She had no where to go, but she rose from the pilots chair, cornered.&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;: : : : : : : Kal Darvaana, Security&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;Going somewhere?&amp;quot; the voice of the Betazoid diplomat sounded before Commander Anar Loralle came into view.&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;Sure looks it to me,&amp;quot; Nar Sokaya. &amp;quot;Not even in uniform and brought a bag. Looks like she&amp;#039;s going to make a run for it,&amp;quot; the Kobliad Ambassador replied.&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;Ouch. AWOL and stealing a shuttle to go rogue. That&amp;#039;s going to put a dent on the record. You know what does Starfleet does with officers in such a case?&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;If it&amp;#039;s anything  like Kobliad, I can foresee some sort of severe punishment. Demotion at least. Likely prison time,&amp;quot; Sokaya said, gazing cooly at Darvaana, though there was definitely a hint of sympathy.&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;Sorry Kal, but we&amp;#039;re not letting go at it alone,&amp;quot; Loralle said as she tapped her commbadge. =/\=Loralle to Beal. Commander, sorry to disturb you so early this morning, but if you could have yourself and the senior staff meet me in the Conference Room, there is a situation we all need to discuss. =/\=&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;: : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&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: Okay, editing this as Terry has had to leave the ship. Just going to wiggle this into allowing the new Command crew to to come aboard and get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : IC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : : ~Mischief Maker&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: Wow, Linds, you are fast...I haven&amp;#039;t even written Fallon off yet. =P I will keep her posts out of the main sim so as not to interfere. However, I will be here until the new XO arrives. ;)  And yes, everyone, I am having to leave. I am FComm6 now and I can&amp;#039;t keep up with being an XO currently. =(&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;: : : : Terry&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: Sorry Terry! Guess I was confused about how things were happening. Didn&amp;#039;t meant to step on your toes. I just needed to post so I wasn&amp;#039;t AWOL and keep the sim moving along so the crew can get involved.&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;: : : ~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;: : Serena headed to the conference room for the urgent meeting.  She came in and sat down.  Feeling slightly refreshed from the small amount of down time that they had while at the station.  &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;: An urgent meeting called by Loralle was not a good omen. Rayn stepped into the turbolift and shook her head. No doubt, Kal Darvanna was involved. A few moments later, the lift opened on the appropriate floor and she made her way to the conference room. She stepped in and took a seat.&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;:---Rayn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOC: Whoops, didn&amp;#039;t refresh!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;IC:&lt;br /&gt;
Ross walked into the conference room with confident steps, posture straight. She&amp;#039;d been called to DS9 for a ship. It hadn&amp;#039;t been until earlier in the morning that she knew which ship it was. The USS Ogawa. Small, but she could work with that. A tightly knit crew was a stronger one, something a medical cruiser needed. This would be a family, not a business corporation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was deeply tanned, loose black curls bouncing around her shoulders with each stride as she took her seat. A conference was hardly where she preferred to first meet her department heads and, she&amp;#039;d heard, the new XO whom would also be arriving from the station. A name hadn&amp;#039;t even been handed to her prior.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ayyye, time to wing it then. Ross settled in the chair and took a long glance around the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rae, CO&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/stf1/ogawa&quot; class=&quot;og_links&quot;&gt;USS Ogawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 14:56:26 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Conference Room- All Senior Staff on USS Ogawa</title>
 <link>http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/node/552911</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Rayn (Chief of Staff/CMO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;SNIP&amp;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;: : : Serena headed to the conference room for the urgent meeting.  She came in and sat down.  Feeling slightly refreshed from the small amount of down time that they had while at the station.  &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;: : An urgent meeting called by Loralle was not a good omen. Rayn stepped into the turbolift and shook her head. No doubt, Kal Darvanna was involved. A few moments later, the lift opened on the appropriate floor and she made her way to the conference room. She stepped in and took a seat.&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;: :---Rayn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Arthur came in a moment later and took the same seat he occupied during the last conference. He didn&amp;#039;t really have a desire to be at another meeting so soon after another one, especially considering that he hadn&amp;#039;t much new to report. He didn&amp;#039;t make eye contact with either Rayn or Serena, as he was being somewhat aloof as always.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Ross walked into the conference room with confident steps, posture straight. She&amp;#039;d been called to DS9 for a ship. It hadn&amp;#039;t been until earlier in the morning that she knew which ship it was. The USS Ogawa. Small, but she could work with that. A tightly knit crew was a stronger one, something a medical cruiser needed. This would be a family, not a business corporation.&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 was deeply tanned, loose black curls bouncing around her shoulders with each stride as she took her seat. A conference was hardly where she preferred to first meet her department heads and, she&amp;#039;d heard, the new XO whom would also be arriving from the station. A name hadn&amp;#039;t even been handed to her prior.&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;: Ayyye, time to wing it then. Ross settled in the chair and took a long glance around the room.&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;: Rae, CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The mostly bald science officer turned to look at the unfamiliar woman in Command red. *That must be that diplomat,* he thought. *Though wasn&amp;#039;t she a Commander?* Arthur couldn&amp;#039;t remember; he saw her on the bridge once, only, and even then he had not been paying very close attention to the conversation that had gone on, other than to note that his predecessor had allowed a diplomatic incident to happen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-- Arthur Nelson, CSO&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 Nia Harmon (Scientist) in Science Lab 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Docked at DS9, the Ogawa was being resupplied and crew transfers. The science department was going through it&amp;#039;s own turnover and a new face handed her boarding clearance to the guard on duty, slipped the PADD back into her shoulder bag, and set foot on the small ship. A medical ship wasn&amp;#039;t exactly most people&amp;#039;s first choice, but since her specialty was biology, it was a good fit.&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;: Strolling through the corridors, the odd person she came across nodded to her and then gave a lingering glance as they noted the large object she was carrying with apparent ease. It was a hexagonal clear container with a slightly purple tinged liquid sloshing back and forth as she walked. On the side was a blackish object, shaped much like a starfish, clinging to the side of the container. A bag was &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;: Stepping into Lab 1, she found a counter space and set the container down. &amp;quot;You just hang tight there darlin&amp;#039; till I find out where your new home is,&amp;quot; she said in a clear voice that sounded excitable. Running an hand over her pixie cut platinum blond hair, she turned and called over to the only person she saw in the lab. &amp;quot;Hi! I&amp;#039;m new here. Would you know where I might find the Chief Science Officer?&amp;quot; she asked cheerily.&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 Nia Harmon, Sciences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The man turned around. He was a lieutenant, junior grade, who had seemed to have lost most of his dark hair a while ago. Where it wasn&amp;#039;t lost, it was trimmed short, including along his upper lip.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Right here,&amp;quot; he said simply, but stiffly. &amp;quot;You must be Ensign Harmon. I&amp;#039;m Lieut...&amp;quot; He stopped, mid-sentence, his eyes darting to the tank that Nia had placed in the corner. &amp;quot;What is that?&amp;quot; The words sounded sharper than the way he was speaking before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-- Arthur Nelson, CSO&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 17:49:51 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Arthur Nelson  (Chief Science Officer) in Science Lab 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Ensign Nia Harmon (Scientist) in Science Lab 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Docked at DS9, the Ogawa was being resupplied and crew transfers. The science department was going through it&amp;#039;s own turnover and a new face handed her boarding clearance to the guard on duty, slipped the PADD back into her shoulder bag, and set foot on the small ship. A medical ship wasn&amp;#039;t exactly most people&amp;#039;s first choice, but since her specialty was biology, it was a good fit.&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;: : Strolling through the corridors, the odd person she came across nodded to her and then gave a lingering glance as they noted the large object she was carrying with apparent ease. It was a hexagonal clear container with a slightly purple tinged liquid sloshing back and forth as she walked. On the side was a blackish object, shaped much like a starfish, clinging to the side of the container. A bag was &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;: : Stepping into Lab 1, she found a counter space and set the container down. &amp;quot;You just hang tight there darlin&amp;#039; till I find out where your new home is,&amp;quot; she said in a clear voice that sounded excitable. Running an hand over her pixie cut platinum blond hair, she turned and called over to the only person she saw in the lab. &amp;quot;Hi! I&amp;#039;m new here. Would you know where I might find the Chief Science Officer?&amp;quot; she asked cheerily.&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 Nia Harmon, Sciences&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 man turned around. He was a lieutenant, junior grade, who had seemed to have lost most of his dark hair a while ago. Where it wasn&amp;#039;t lost, it was trimmed short, including along his upper lip.&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;Right here,&amp;quot; he said simply, but stiffly. &amp;quot;You must be Ensign Harmon. I&amp;#039;m Lieut...&amp;quot; He stopped, mid-sentence, his eyes darting to the tank that Nia had placed in the corner. &amp;quot;What is that?&amp;quot; The words sounded sharper than the way he was speaking 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;: -- Arthur Nelson, CSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nia beamed and patted the tank gently. &amp;quot;Meet Karl!&amp;quot; she said proudly. &amp;quot;The Medical department&amp;#039;s newest helper and my endless curiosity. &amp;quot;He&amp;#039;s an osmotic eel. Ever heard of one before?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ensign Nia Harmon, Sciences&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 18:16:12 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Arthur Nelson  (Chief Science Officer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Rayn (Chief of Staff/CMO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&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;: : : : : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&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-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Serena headed to the conference room for the urgent meeting.  She came in and sat down.  Feeling slightly refreshed from the small amount of down time that they had while at the station.  &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;: : : An urgent meeting called by Loralle was not a good omen. Rayn stepped into the turbolift and shook her head. No doubt, Kal Darvanna was involved. A few moments later, the lift opened on the appropriate floor and she made her way to the conference room. She stepped in and took a seat.&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;: : :---Rayn&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;: Arthur came in a moment later and took the same seat he occupied during the last conference. He didn&amp;#039;t really have a desire to be at another meeting so soon after another one, especially considering that he hadn&amp;#039;t much new to report. He didn&amp;#039;t make eye contact with either Rayn or Serena, as he was being somewhat aloof as always.&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;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Ross walked into the conference room with confident steps, posture straight. She&amp;#039;d been called to DS9 for a ship. It hadn&amp;#039;t been until earlier in the morning that she knew which ship it was. The USS Ogawa. Small, but she could work with that. A tightly knit crew was a stronger one, something a medical cruiser needed. This would be a family, not a business corporation.&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 was deeply tanned, loose black curls bouncing around her shoulders with each stride as she took her seat. A conference was hardly where she preferred to first meet her department heads and, she&amp;#039;d heard, the new XO whom would also be arriving from the station. A name hadn&amp;#039;t even been handed to her prior.&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;: : Ayyye, time to wing it then. Ross settled in the chair and took a long glance around the room.&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;: : Rae, CO&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 mostly bald science officer turned to look at the unfamiliar woman in Command red. *That must be that diplomat,* he thought. *Though wasn&amp;#039;t she a Commander?* Arthur couldn&amp;#039;t remember; he saw her on the bridge once, only, and even then he had not been paying very close attention to the conversation that had gone on, other than to note that his predecessor had allowed a diplomatic incident to happen.&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;: -- Arthur Nelson, CSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As people were gathering, a trio entered with Commander Loralle and Ambassador Sokaya leading a disgruntled looking Darvaana. Anar gestured for the security Lieutenant to sit at the end of the table opposite Rae, and her and Sokaya took up the seat on either said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you for coming. I know it&amp;#039;s not usual for a visiting officer not in Command to call a meeting, but these circumstances are anything but usual,&amp;quot; the Betazoid diplomat remarked. She turned her attention to Kal, looking concerned but also sympathetic, though the woman avoided her gaze and instead looked out the window. So Anar looked over at the new CO. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m guessing you&amp;#039;ve been briefed on the current situation? I was going to disembark here, but my presence if very much needed, if you&amp;#039;ll approve my staying on board.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~Mischief Maker&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 04:39:24 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Security offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Jerricho Range (Chief of Security) in Security offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(snips)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Range smiled at her, &amp;quot;Just loosen a few rocks however you can, and let the rest happen, gravity will do the rest.  Even sometimes when you feel you have wasted your time on something, you really have done all you can&amp;quot;  Was all he said on the matter, it was not really not his business, other than how it made her react in doing her daily work.&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;: Sure, it was that simple. But when &amp;#039;enough&amp;#039;  still had her people die horrible deaths everyday, it felt like far far too little.&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-2&#039;&gt;: : He lifted his cup and took a deep draw from it, then met her eyes across his desk, &amp;quot;anything about this ships crew that I should know that might not be in the official files?&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;: : Range 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;: She shrugged. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know this crew really. There&amp;#039;s a couple people who were here when I first came aboard but everyone else has changed over. I can&amp;#039;t exactly say I ever went out of my way to get to know people so I can&amp;#039;t really help you there.&amp;quot; Her mind went to last time she met the last COS. William. She had done well to push him out of her mind, but it was still painful. Not able to deal with those feelings she instead allowed the shell to form around her again, where things cold bounce off of her and the deeper things stayed tucked neatly inside. Yes, this was better for everyone. &amp;quot;But it&amp;#039;s a small ship, so it doesn&amp;#039;t take long to figure it 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;: Kal Darvaana, Security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bump&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 04:40:08 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Arthur Nelson  (Chief Science Officer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lieutenant Rayn (Chief of Staff/CMO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : &amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&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;: : : : : Serena headed to the conference room for the urgent meeting.  She came in and sat down.  Feeling slightly refreshed from the small amount of down time that they had while at the station.  &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;: : : : : CE&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;: : : : An urgent meeting called by Loralle was not a good omen. Rayn stepped into the turbolift and shook her head. No doubt, Kal Darvanna was involved. A few moments later, the lift opened on the appropriate floor and she made her way to the conference room. She stepped in and took a seat.&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;: : : :---Rayn&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;: : Arthur came in a moment later and took the same seat he occupied during the last conference. He didn&amp;#039;t really have a desire to be at another meeting so soon after another one, especially considering that he hadn&amp;#039;t much new to report. He didn&amp;#039;t make eye contact with either Rayn or Serena, as he was being somewhat aloof as always.&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;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Ross walked into the conference room with confident steps, posture straight. She&amp;#039;d been called to DS9 for a ship. It hadn&amp;#039;t been until earlier in the morning that she knew which ship it was. The USS Ogawa. Small, but she could work with that. A tightly knit crew was a stronger one, something a medical cruiser needed. This would be a family, not a business corporation.&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 was deeply tanned, loose black curls bouncing around her shoulders with each stride as she took her seat. A conference was hardly where she preferred to first meet her department heads and, she&amp;#039;d heard, the new XO whom would also be arriving from the station. A name hadn&amp;#039;t even been handed to her prior.&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;: : : Ayyye, time to wing it then. Ross settled in the chair and took a long glance around the room.&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;: : : Rae, CO&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 mostly bald science officer turned to look at the unfamiliar woman in Command red. *That must be that diplomat,* he thought. *Though wasn&amp;#039;t she a Commander?* Arthur couldn&amp;#039;t remember; he saw her on the bridge once, only, and even then he had not been paying very close attention to the conversation that had gone on, other than to note that his predecessor had allowed a diplomatic incident to happen.&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;: : -- Arthur Nelson, 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;: As people were gathering, a trio entered with Commander Loralle and Ambassador Sokaya leading a disgruntled looking Darvaana. Anar gestured for the security Lieutenant to sit at the end of the table opposite Rae, and her and Sokaya took up the seat on either 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;: &amp;quot;Thank you for coming. I know it&amp;#039;s not usual for a visiting officer not in Command to call a meeting, but these circumstances are anything but usual,&amp;quot; the Betazoid diplomat remarked. She turned her attention to Kal, looking concerned but also sympathetic, though the woman avoided her gaze and instead looked out the window. So Anar looked over at the new CO. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m guessing you&amp;#039;ve been briefed on the current situation? I was going to disembark here, but my presence if very much needed, if you&amp;#039;ll approve my staying on board.&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;: ~Mischief Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; Ross replied with a nod towards the Commander. For now, it seemed, this would be the introduction the crew was getting. &amp;quot;I also welcome you aboard. I&amp;#039;ll have a room readied for you to stay in.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rae, CO&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 10:25:14 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Conference Room- All Senior Staff on USS Ogawa</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Arthur Nelson  (Chief Science Officer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Rayn (Chief of Staff/CMO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#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;: : : : : : Serena headed to the conference room for the urgent meeting.  She came in and sat down.  Feeling slightly refreshed from the small amount of down time that they had while at the station.  &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;: : : : : An urgent meeting called by Loralle was not a good omen. Rayn stepped into the turbolift and shook her head. No doubt, Kal Darvanna was involved. A few moments later, the lift opened on the appropriate floor and she made her way to the conference room. She stepped in and took a seat.&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;: : : : :---Rayn&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;: : : Arthur came in a moment later and took the same seat he occupied during the last conference. He didn&amp;#039;t really have a desire to be at another meeting so soon after another one, especially considering that he hadn&amp;#039;t much new to report. He didn&amp;#039;t make eye contact with either Rayn or Serena, as he was being somewhat aloof as always.&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;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Ross walked into the conference room with confident steps, posture straight. She&amp;#039;d been called to DS9 for a ship. It hadn&amp;#039;t been until earlier in the morning that she knew which ship it was. The USS Ogawa. Small, but she could work with that. A tightly knit crew was a stronger one, something a medical cruiser needed. This would be a family, not a business corporation.&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 was deeply tanned, loose black curls bouncing around her shoulders with each stride as she took her seat. A conference was hardly where she preferred to first meet her department heads and, she&amp;#039;d heard, the new XO whom would also be arriving from the station. A name hadn&amp;#039;t even been handed to her prior.&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;: : : : Ayyye, time to wing it then. Ross settled in the chair and took a long glance around the room.&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;: : : : Rae, CO&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 mostly bald science officer turned to look at the unfamiliar woman in Command red. *That must be that diplomat,* he thought. *Though wasn&amp;#039;t she a Commander?* Arthur couldn&amp;#039;t remember; he saw her on the bridge once, only, and even then he had not been paying very close attention to the conversation that had gone on, other than to note that his predecessor had allowed a diplomatic incident to happen.&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;: : : -- Arthur Nelson, 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;: : As people were gathering, a trio entered with Commander Loralle and Ambassador Sokaya leading a disgruntled looking Darvaana. Anar gestured for the security Lieutenant to sit at the end of the table opposite Rae, and her and Sokaya took up the seat on either 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;: : &amp;quot;Thank you for coming. I know it&amp;#039;s not usual for a visiting officer not in Command to call a meeting, but these circumstances are anything but usual,&amp;quot; the Betazoid diplomat remarked. She turned her attention to Kal, looking concerned but also sympathetic, though the woman avoided her gaze and instead looked out the window. So Anar looked over at the new CO. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m guessing you&amp;#039;ve been briefed on the current situation? I was going to disembark here, but my presence if very much needed, if you&amp;#039;ll approve my staying on board.&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;: : ~Mischief Maker&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,&amp;quot; Ross replied with a nod towards the Commander. For now, it seemed, this would be the introduction the crew was getting. &amp;quot;I also welcome you aboard. I&amp;#039;ll have a room readied for you to stay in.&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;: Rae, CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Being the last to a meeting was not something Range was accustomed to in the least.  Seeing a strange officer, and another Koliblad apparently shepherding his second in command out of uniform into the same meeting, sat even worse with the man.  He had been in the middle of his morning workout when the call came, he did not bother with the sonic shower, nor a change into uniform, urgent meeting meant come immediately, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, whatever dollars were.  So he darkened the doorway behind the trio a massive man in Marine issue PT shorts and t-shirt that fit like a second skin, both he and they were liberally splattered with mud, and he still wore boots and gloves on his hand indicating some sort of combative activities were involved.  though it was uncommon on a ship, his was not  a face that seemed out of place streaked with a little bit of dirt.  It seemed to suit his demeanor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He did not speak per say, but acknowledged those he recognized with a nod and grunt, then maneuvered himself to stand over in a corner and attend the meeting&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Range - CoS&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:26:09 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Security offices on USS Ogawa</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Security offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Security offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Jerricho Range (Chief of Security) in Security offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: (snips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Range smiled at her, &amp;quot;Just loosen a few rocks however you can, and let the rest happen, gravity will do the rest.  Even sometimes when you feel you have wasted your time on something, you really have done all you can&amp;quot;  Was all he said on the matter, it was not really not his business, other than how it made her react in doing her daily work.&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;: : Sure, it was that simple. But when &amp;#039;enough&amp;#039;  still had her people die horrible deaths everyday, it felt like far far too little.&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;: : : He lifted his cup and took a deep draw from it, then met her eyes across his desk, &amp;quot;anything about this ships crew that I should know that might not be in the official files?&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;: : : Range 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;: : She shrugged. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know this crew really. There&amp;#039;s a couple people who were here when I first came aboard but everyone else has changed over. I can&amp;#039;t exactly say I ever went out of my way to get to know people so I can&amp;#039;t really help you there.&amp;quot; Her mind went to last time she met the last COS. William. She had done well to push him out of her mind, but it was still painful. Not able to deal with those feelings she instead allowed the shell to form around her again, where things cold bounce off of her and the deeper things stayed tucked neatly inside. Yes, this was better for everyone. &amp;quot;But it&amp;#039;s a small ship, so it doesn&amp;#039;t take long to figure it 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;: : Kal Darvaana, Security&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;: Bump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Range nodded, and he understood small ships, &amp;quot;Means no one really has secrets for long.  So you feel comfortable with the assignment as i have lined it out for you?&amp;quot;  He asked looking at her squarely for a moment.  He had his own share of secrets and if he was smart they would get no where near the surface ever again.  He tried hard to keep them in check, and he had exercised one demon when they stopped at Deep Space 9 there was only one name left on the list and he was not certain he could ever get to where it could be crossed off.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Range COS&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:33:59 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Jerricho Range (Chief of Security) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Arthur Nelson  (Chief Science Officer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Rayn (Chief of Staff/CMO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : &amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-10&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : : : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#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;: : : : : : : Serena headed to the conference room for the urgent meeting.  She came in and sat down.  Feeling slightly refreshed from the small amount of down time that they had while at the station.  &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;: : : : : : : CE&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;: : : : : : An urgent meeting called by Loralle was not a good omen. Rayn stepped into the turbolift and shook her head. No doubt, Kal Darvanna was involved. A few moments later, the lift opened on the appropriate floor and she made her way to the conference room. She stepped in and took a seat.&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;: : : : : :---Rayn&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;: : : : Arthur came in a moment later and took the same seat he occupied during the last conference. He didn&amp;#039;t really have a desire to be at another meeting so soon after another one, especially considering that he hadn&amp;#039;t much new to report. He didn&amp;#039;t make eye contact with either Rayn or Serena, as he was being somewhat aloof as always.&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;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Ross walked into the conference room with confident steps, posture straight. She&amp;#039;d been called to DS9 for a ship. It hadn&amp;#039;t been until earlier in the morning that she knew which ship it was. The USS Ogawa. Small, but she could work with that. A tightly knit crew was a stronger one, something a medical cruiser needed. This would be a family, not a business corporation.&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;: : : : : She was deeply tanned, loose black curls bouncing around her shoulders with each stride as she took her seat. A conference was hardly where she preferred to first meet her department heads and, she&amp;#039;d heard, the new XO whom would also be arriving from the station. A name hadn&amp;#039;t even been handed to her prior.&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;: : : : : Ayyye, time to wing it then. Ross settled in the chair and took a long glance around the room.&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;: : : : : Rae, CO&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;: : : : The mostly bald science officer turned to look at the unfamiliar woman in Command red. *That must be that diplomat,* he thought. *Though wasn&amp;#039;t she a Commander?* Arthur couldn&amp;#039;t remember; he saw her on the bridge once, only, and even then he had not been paying very close attention to the conversation that had gone on, other than to note that his predecessor had allowed a diplomatic incident to happen.&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;: : : : -- Arthur Nelson, CSO&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 people were gathering, a trio entered with Commander Loralle and Ambassador Sokaya leading a disgruntled looking Darvaana. Anar gestured for the security Lieutenant to sit at the end of the table opposite Rae, and her and Sokaya took up the seat on either said.&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;Thank you for coming. I know it&amp;#039;s not usual for a visiting officer not in Command to call a meeting, but these circumstances are anything but usual,&amp;quot; the Betazoid diplomat remarked. She turned her attention to Kal, looking concerned but also sympathetic, though the woman avoided her gaze and instead looked out the window. So Anar looked over at the new CO. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m guessing you&amp;#039;ve been briefed on the current situation? I was going to disembark here, but my presence if very much needed, if you&amp;#039;ll approve my staying on board.&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;: : : ~Mischief Maker&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;Yes,&amp;quot; Ross replied with a nod towards the Commander. For now, it seemed, this would be the introduction the crew was getting. &amp;quot;I also welcome you aboard. I&amp;#039;ll have a room readied for you to stay in.&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;: : Rae, CO&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;: Being the last to a meeting was not something Range was accustomed to in the least.  Seeing a strange officer, and another Koliblad apparently shepherding his second in command out of uniform into the same meeting, sat even worse with the man.  He had been in the middle of his morning workout when the call came, he did not bother with the sonic shower, nor a change into uniform, urgent meeting meant come immediately, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, whatever dollars were.  So he darkened the doorway behind the trio a massive man in Marine issue PT shorts and t-shirt that fit like a second skin, both he and they were liberally splattered with mud, and he still wore boots and gloves on his hand indicating some sort of combative activities were involved.  though it was uncommon on a ship, his was not  a face that seemed out of place streaked with a little bit of dirt.  It seemed to suit his demeanor.&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;: He did not speak per say, but acknowledged those he recognized with a nod and grunt, then maneuvered himself to stand over in a corner and attend the meeting&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;: Range - CoS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rhiannon felt out of breath, slipping quietly into the room. She had planned to wrap up her present counseling session with plenty of time to spare, but unfortunately she couldn&amp;#039;t just leave the poor crewman weeping in her office.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She merely nodded, if asked she would kindly explain her lateness, otherwise, she wordlessly took her seat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~Rhiannon Anthony~&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:14:55 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Conference Room- All Senior Staff on USS Ogawa</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lieutenant Rhiannon Anthony (Chief of Psychiatry) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Jerricho Range (Chief of Security) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Arthur Nelson  (Chief Science Officer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Rayn (Chief of Staff/CMO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-10&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : &amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-11&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : : : : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jason groaned, and rolled over. Reaching for a pillow, he buried his aching head deeper beneath it, managing to drown out the message. After a while, he went back to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;snip&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : The mostly bald science officer turned to look at the unfamiliar woman in Command red. *That must be that diplomat,* he thought. *Though wasn&amp;#039;t she a Commander?* Arthur couldn&amp;#039;t remember; he saw her on the bridge once, only, and even then he had not been paying very close attention to the conversation that had gone on, other than to note that his predecessor had allowed a diplomatic incident to happen.&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;: : : : : -- Arthur Nelson, 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;: : : : As people were gathering, a trio entered with Commander Loralle and Ambassador Sokaya leading a disgruntled looking Darvaana. Anar gestured for the security Lieutenant to sit at the end of the table opposite Rae, and her and Sokaya took up the seat on either said.&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;Thank you for coming. I know it&amp;#039;s not usual for a visiting officer not in Command to call a meeting, but these circumstances are anything but usual,&amp;quot; the Betazoid diplomat remarked. She turned her attention to Kal, looking concerned but also sympathetic, though the woman avoided her gaze and instead looked out the window. So Anar looked over at the new CO. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m guessing you&amp;#039;ve been briefed on the current situation? I was going to disembark here, but my presence if very much needed, if you&amp;#039;ll approve my staying on board.&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;: : : : ~Mischief Maker&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;Yes,&amp;quot; Ross replied with a nod towards the Commander. For now, it seemed, this would be the introduction the crew was getting. &amp;quot;I also welcome you aboard. I&amp;#039;ll have a room readied for you to stay in.&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;: : : Rae, CO&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;: : Being the last to a meeting was not something Range was accustomed to in the least.  Seeing a strange officer, and another Koliblad apparently shepherding his second in command out of uniform into the same meeting, sat even worse with the man.  He had been in the middle of his morning workout when the call came, he did not bother with the sonic shower, nor a change into uniform, urgent meeting meant come immediately, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, whatever dollars were.  So he darkened the doorway behind the trio a massive man in Marine issue PT shorts and t-shirt that fit like a second skin, both he and they were liberally splattered with mud, and he still wore boots and gloves on his hand indicating some sort of combative activities were involved.  though it was uncommon on a ship, his was not  a face that seemed out of place streaked with a little bit of dirt.  It seemed to suit his demeanor.&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;: : He did not speak per say, but acknowledged those he recognized with a nod and grunt, then maneuvered himself to stand over in a corner and attend the meeting&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;: : Range - 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;: Rhiannon felt out of breath, slipping quietly into the room. She had planned to wrap up her present counseling session with plenty of time to spare, but unfortunately she couldn&amp;#039;t just leave the poor crewman weeping in her office.&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 merely nodded, if asked she would kindly explain her lateness, otherwise, she wordlessly took her seat.&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;: ~Rhiannon Anthony~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Several minutes into the meeting, Commander Jason Thierry lurched into the room, bleary eyed and unshaven, the cup of raktajino in his hand doing little to cover the stench of Aldebaran whiskey from his breath. His command uniform was dishevelled, sleeves rolled up, top creased, and it didn&amp;#039;t look like it&amp;#039;d been washed in a week.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sitting down as far away from his new CO as possible, he buried his head in the table, while weekly waving for whoever was speaking so damn loud to continue.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~ XO&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:30:35 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Greetings!&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 some of you may have realized, I&amp;#039;ve been privileged to gain command of the Ogawa. I&amp;#039;m extremely excited to be here; she is quite honestly my dream ship to captain. The medical side of STF holds a large part of my heart captive and I expect to be here for a long while. :)&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;: : : Currently, I&amp;#039;m trying to smooth out all the little things that come with a ship; however, I should make my debut IC very soon. I do have some goals for the ship, the foremost is getting posting levels back up once more. For that, I need everyone&amp;#039;s help. I realize it&amp;#039;s been a little rough lately and I&amp;#039;m hoping to stir up some action outside of just the main sim. Character development, side-sims both silly and serious, and NE hubbub are encouraged! I love reading all the antics different personalities can get into and it gives an opportunity for people to join into other events. Expect my Captain to be visiting departments for general inspections. Feel free to have everything prepared (or not!) for her arrival.&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;: : : Thank you all for your patience and dedication for this ship. I know it can take a lot of will-power to post on a ship sometimes. If anybody has any comments or concerns they would like me to be aware of, please either leave a note here or send it to my inbox. (Alternatively, you can always catch me on IRC as Ocelot as well.) Even if it&amp;#039;s small or something you may think too trivial, I&amp;#039;m open to hear it. I want the Ogawa to be the absolute best she can be.&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;: : : Crissy&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;: : Really excited to have you here Crissy! This should be lots of fun! :) People will note that the sim has &amp;quot;started&amp;quot; in the shuttlebay, so expect things to get moving shortly.&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;: : Linds&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, Crissy! You will be a great captain! =D&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;: Terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Welcome aboard. Now that I&amp;#039;ve finally got my character figured out, I will be joining you as XO, and look forward to playing together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~ Sam&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:32:23 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Commander Jason Thierry (XO) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in OOC: Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Greetings!&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;: : : : As some of you may have realized, I&amp;#039;ve been privileged to gain command of the Ogawa. I&amp;#039;m extremely excited to be here; she is quite honestly my dream ship to captain. The medical side of STF holds a large part of my heart captive and I expect to be here for a long while. :)&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;: : : : Currently, I&amp;#039;m trying to smooth out all the little things that come with a ship; however, I should make my debut IC very soon. I do have some goals for the ship, the foremost is getting posting levels back up once more. For that, I need everyone&amp;#039;s help. I realize it&amp;#039;s been a little rough lately and I&amp;#039;m hoping to stir up some action outside of just the main sim. Character development, side-sims both silly and serious, and NE hubbub are encouraged! I love reading all the antics different personalities can get into and it gives an opportunity for people to join into other events. Expect my Captain to be visiting departments for general inspections. Feel free to have everything prepared (or not!) for her arrival.&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;: : : : Thank you all for your patience and dedication for this ship. I know it can take a lot of will-power to post on a ship sometimes. If anybody has any comments or concerns they would like me to be aware of, please either leave a note here or send it to my inbox. (Alternatively, you can always catch me on IRC as Ocelot as well.) Even if it&amp;#039;s small or something you may think too trivial, I&amp;#039;m open to hear it. I want the Ogawa to be the absolute best she can be.&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;: : : : Crissy&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;: : : Really excited to have you here Crissy! This should be lots of fun! :) People will note that the sim has &amp;quot;started&amp;quot; in the shuttlebay, so expect things to get moving shortly.&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;: : : 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;: : Welcome aboard, Crissy! You will be a great captain! =D&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;: : Terry&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. Now that I&amp;#039;ve finally got my character figured out, I will be joining you as XO, and look forward to playing together.&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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You beat me getting an introductory post for you! Welcome aboard yourself as well, officially then. :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#039;m so glad to have Sam as my XO. If anybody doesn&amp;#039;t know him prior, he&amp;#039;s one great RP-er (and all-around person, in general)!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Crissy&lt;/p&gt;
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 <group domain="http://www.star-fleet.com/webb/stf1/ogawa">USS Ogawa</group>
 <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 02:03:54 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Sam Waters in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieutenant Rhiannon Anthony (Chief of Psychiatry) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Jerricho Range (Chief of Security) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Arthur Nelson  (Chief Science Officer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Rayn (Chief of Staff/CMO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-10&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-11&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : &amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-12&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : : : : : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&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;: Jason groaned, and rolled over. Reaching for a pillow, he buried his aching head deeper beneath it, managing to drown out the message. After a while, he went back to sleep.&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;lt;snip&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : The mostly bald science officer turned to look at the unfamiliar woman in Command red. *That must be that diplomat,* he thought. *Though wasn&amp;#039;t she a Commander?* Arthur couldn&amp;#039;t remember; he saw her on the bridge once, only, and even then he had not been paying very close attention to the conversation that had gone on, other than to note that his predecessor had allowed a diplomatic incident to happen.&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;: : : : : : -- Arthur Nelson, 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;: : : : : As people were gathering, a trio entered with Commander Loralle and Ambassador Sokaya leading a disgruntled looking Darvaana. Anar gestured for the security Lieutenant to sit at the end of the table opposite Rae, and her and Sokaya took up the seat on either said.&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;Thank you for coming. I know it&amp;#039;s not usual for a visiting officer not in Command to call a meeting, but these circumstances are anything but usual,&amp;quot; the Betazoid diplomat remarked. She turned her attention to Kal, looking concerned but also sympathetic, though the woman avoided her gaze and instead looked out the window. So Anar looked over at the new CO. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m guessing you&amp;#039;ve been briefed on the current situation? I was going to disembark here, but my presence if very much needed, if you&amp;#039;ll approve my staying on board.&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;: : : : : ~Mischief Maker&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;Yes,&amp;quot; Ross replied with a nod towards the Commander. For now, it seemed, this would be the introduction the crew was getting. &amp;quot;I also welcome you aboard. I&amp;#039;ll have a room readied for you to stay in.&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;: : : : Rae, CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We still have our rooms, so no worries Captain,&amp;quot; Loralle said simply.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Being the last to a meeting was not something Range was accustomed to in the least.  Seeing a strange officer, and another Koliblad apparently shepherding his second in command out of uniform into the same meeting, sat even worse with the man.  He had been in the middle of his morning workout when the call came, he did not bother with the sonic shower, nor a change into uniform, urgent meeting meant come immediately, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, whatever dollars were.  So he darkened the doorway behind the trio a massive man in Marine issue PT shorts and t-shirt that fit like a second skin, both he and they were liberally splattered with mud, and he still wore boots and gloves on his hand indicating some sort of combative activities were involved.  though it was uncommon on a ship, his was not  a face that seemed out of place streaked with a little bit of dirt.  It seemed to suit his demeanor.&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;: : : He did not speak per say, but acknowledged those he recognized with a nod and grunt, then maneuvered himself to stand over in a corner and attend the meeting&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;: : : Range - 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;: : Rhiannon felt out of breath, slipping quietly into the room. She had planned to wrap up her present counseling session with plenty of time to spare, but unfortunately she couldn&amp;#039;t just leave the poor crewman weeping in her office.&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 merely nodded, if asked she would kindly explain her lateness, otherwise, she wordlessly took her seat.&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;: : ~Rhiannon Anthony~&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;: Several minutes into the meeting, Commander Jason Thierry lurched into the room, bleary eyed and unshaven, the cup of raktajino in his hand doing little to cover the stench of Aldebaran whiskey from his breath. His command uniform was dishevelled, sleeves rolled up, top creased, and it didn&amp;#039;t look like it&amp;#039;d been washed in a week.&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;: Sitting down as far away from his new CO as possible, he buried his head in the table, while weekly waving for whoever was speaking so damn loud to continue.&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;The Kobliad Ambassador and Commander Loralle exchanged a long glance and then Anar continued. &amp;quot;Well, first off, apologies for the early hour. As I mentioned we had a critical situation and a decision is going to have to be made. What we decide here will determine a great deal, so if you&amp;#039;re not awake yet, time to get some coffee or tea,&amp;quot; the Betazoid said with a smirk before looking at Kal and taking a deep breath. &amp;quot;Many of you are new here, though some of you were on the ship to hear Lt. Darvaana&amp;#039;s address to the Kobliad Assembly. We left orbit awhile after when the Assembly voted no to the proposal to take the risk and contact the Amraya. However we might feel about it, or disagree with it, it was what the legal government of a world decided and we have no place to override that. Usually...&amp;quot; She looked at Kal and nodded. &amp;quot;You better tell them. But don&amp;#039;t worry, you&amp;#039;re not alone in this. Promise.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~Mischief Maker&lt;/p&gt;
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Sam Waters in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieutenant Rhiannon Anthony (Chief of Psychiatry) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Jerricho Range (Chief of Security) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-5&#039;&gt;: : : : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-6&#039;&gt;: : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Arthur Nelson  (Chief Science Officer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-8&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : Posted by Captain Rosaline Rae  (CO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-9&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Rayn (Chief of Staff/CMO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-10&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Serena Gladwater  (Chief Engineer) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-11&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-12&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Fallon Beal (XO) in Conference Room- All Senior Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : &amp;lt;SNIP&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-13&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : : : : : : : A message came through for all senior staff to please meet in the Conference Room immediately due to an urgent situation. No details were given, but it was Commander Anar Loralle who called it. Given she was temporarily assigned to the Ogawa from the Federation Diplomatic Corps, it was probably pretty important and likely related to the Kobliad situation.&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;: : : : : : : : : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&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;: : Jason groaned, and rolled over. Reaching for a pillow, he buried his aching head deeper beneath it, managing to drown out the message. After a while, he went back to sleep.&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;lt;snip&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-7&#039;&gt;: : : : : : : The mostly bald science officer turned to look at the unfamiliar woman in Command red. *That must be that diplomat,* he thought. *Though wasn&amp;#039;t she a Commander?* Arthur couldn&amp;#039;t remember; he saw her on the bridge once, only, and even then he had not been paying very close attention to the conversation that had gone on, other than to note that his predecessor had allowed a diplomatic incident to happen.&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;: : : : : : : -- Arthur Nelson, CSO&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;: : : : : : As people were gathering, a trio entered with Commander Loralle and Ambassador Sokaya leading a disgruntled looking Darvaana. Anar gestured for the security Lieutenant to sit at the end of the table opposite Rae, and her and Sokaya took up the seat on either 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;: : : : : : &amp;quot;Thank you for coming. I know it&amp;#039;s not usual for a visiting officer not in Command to call a meeting, but these circumstances are anything but usual,&amp;quot; the Betazoid diplomat remarked. She turned her attention to Kal, looking concerned but also sympathetic, though the woman avoided her gaze and instead looked out the window. So Anar looked over at the new CO. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m guessing you&amp;#039;ve been briefed on the current situation? I was going to disembark here, but my presence if very much needed, if you&amp;#039;ll approve my staying on board.&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;: : : : : : ~Mischief Maker&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;Yes,&amp;quot; Ross replied with a nod towards the Commander. For now, it seemed, this would be the introduction the crew was getting. &amp;quot;I also welcome you aboard. I&amp;#039;ll have a room readied for you to stay in.&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;: : : : : Rae, CO&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-1&#039;&gt;: &amp;quot;We still have our rooms, so no worries Captain,&amp;quot; Loralle said simply.&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-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Being the last to a meeting was not something Range was accustomed to in the least.  Seeing a strange officer, and another Koliblad apparently shepherding his second in command out of uniform into the same meeting, sat even worse with the man.  He had been in the middle of his morning workout when the call came, he did not bother with the sonic shower, nor a change into uniform, urgent meeting meant come immediately, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, whatever dollars were.  So he darkened the doorway behind the trio a massive man in Marine issue PT shorts and t-shirt that fit like a second skin, both he and they were liberally splattered with mud, and he still wore boots and gloves on his hand indicating some sort of combative activities were involved.  though it was uncommon on a ship, his was not  a face that seemed out of place streaked with a little bit of dirt.  It seemed to suit his demeanor.&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;: : : : He did not speak per say, but acknowledged those he recognized with a nod and grunt, then maneuvered himself to stand over in a corner and attend the meeting&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;: : : : Range - CoS&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;: : : Rhiannon felt out of breath, slipping quietly into the room. She had planned to wrap up her present counseling session with plenty of time to spare, but unfortunately she couldn&amp;#039;t just leave the poor crewman weeping in her 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 merely nodded, if asked she would kindly explain her lateness, otherwise, she wordlessly took her seat.&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;: : : ~Rhiannon Anthony~&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;: : Several minutes into the meeting, Commander Jason Thierry lurched into the room, bleary eyed and unshaven, the cup of raktajino in his hand doing little to cover the stench of Aldebaran whiskey from his breath. His command uniform was dishevelled, sleeves rolled up, top creased, and it didn&amp;#039;t look like it&amp;#039;d been washed in a week.&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;: : Sitting down as far away from his new CO as possible, he buried his head in the table, while weekly waving for whoever was speaking so damn loud to continue.&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;: The Kobliad Ambassador and Commander Loralle exchanged a long glance and then Anar continued. &amp;quot;Well, first off, apologies for the early hour. As I mentioned we had a critical situation and a decision is going to have to be made. What we decide here will determine a great deal, so if you&amp;#039;re not awake yet, time to get some coffee or tea,&amp;quot; the Betazoid said with a smirk before looking at Kal and taking a deep breath. &amp;quot;Many of you are new here, though some of you were on the ship to hear Lt. Darvaana&amp;#039;s address to the Kobliad Assembly. We left orbit awhile after when the Assembly voted no to the proposal to take the risk and contact the Amraya. However we might feel about it, or disagree with it, it was what the legal government of a world decided and we have no place to override that. Usually...&amp;quot; She looked at Kal and nodded. &amp;quot;You better tell them. But don&amp;#039;t worry, you&amp;#039;re not alone in this. Promise.&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;: ~Mischief Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kal sat in her seat quietly, currently avoiding anyone&amp;#039;s gaze. When she looked up, the auburn haired Kobliad looked tired. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s funny. So many people kept trying to hint at what I /could/ do as if to were a simple matter. But the funny bit was that I had already planned to. But I wasn&amp;#039;t going to take innocent people down with me in what really amounts to treason again my people. You have to understand that even with a positive outcome, the consequences for me would be severe. Maybe the Federation could protect me, but at best I&amp;#039;d be in exile. I&amp;#039;d never see my father again. And I only just feel like I got him back, despite the fact that he&amp;#039;s in prison. So I had to weigh all that and when I decided to go for it, I knew it had to be on my own.&amp;quot; She gestured to Sokaya and Loralle. &amp;quot;Then these two idiots ruined my plan,&amp;quot; she said with irritation but also the hint of a smirk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t feel it&amp;#039;s my place to ask anyone to go with me. These two are apparently coming, but when we get there, we have a few hurdles to tackle. There are resources on this ship that could make this whole endeavour actually doable, but then again it&amp;#039;s not my place to ask. Just like at the Assembly meeting, I don&amp;#039;t have a lot of eloquent words that will convince people of anything. I couldn&amp;#039;t even get more the 50% of the Assembly to agree with me, so I&amp;#039;m not exactly holding out much hope. But I do know certain things. Like the answer to the disease that is killing me and my people is on Amray. And I know that if we decide to take the Ogawa, it has to be without orders, and we have to contact the Amraya against the wishes of a planetary government. And that we could easily bring the Federation into a conflict it has no need to be a part of. But I&amp;#039;m tired of waiting for something to go our way. My people need a reason to stop punishing themselves for actions taken over a century ago.&amp;quot; Kal shrugged. I&amp;#039;m going to die a whole lot sooner than most of you anyway, so it&amp;#039;s of little consequence to me if they decide to destroy me on sight. I&amp;#039;m going. It&amp;#039;s up to you all if you get involved. I can&amp;#039;t ask you to. Anar might feel able to, but can&amp;#039;t. Not as a Kobliad citizen, and not as a Starfleet officer. I&amp;#039;m willing to do this on my own, though apparently, that&amp;#039;s not entirely an option. So... your choice.&amp;quot; Yep, she rambled, but her whole plan was slipping through her fingers and there were new elements in this room she didn&amp;#039;t know, who didn&amp;#039;t know her. But Kal new she had very little to lose that wouldn&amp;#039;t be worth the risk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kal Darvaana, Security&lt;/p&gt;
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-1&#039;&gt;: Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Jerricho Range (Chief of Security) in Security offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Security offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-3&#039;&gt;: : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Kal Darvaana (Security officer) in Security offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Posted by Lt. Cmdr. Jerricho Range (Chief of Security) in Security offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-2&#039;&gt;: : (snips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&#039;webb-quoted webb-quoted-4&#039;&gt;: : : : Range smiled at her, &amp;quot;Just loosen a few rocks however you can, and let the rest happen, gravity will do the rest.  Even sometimes when you feel you have wasted your time on something, you really have done all you can&amp;quot;  Was all he said on the matter, it was not really not his business, other than how it made her react in doing her daily work.&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;: : : Sure, it was that simple. But when &amp;#039;enough&amp;#039;  still had her people die horrible deaths everyday, it felt like far far too little.&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;: : : : He lifted his cup and took a deep draw from it, then met her eyes across his desk, &amp;quot;anything about this ships crew that I should know that might not be in the official files?&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;: : : : Range CoS&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 shrugged. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know this crew really. There&amp;#039;s a couple people who were here when I first came aboard but everyone else has changed over. I can&amp;#039;t exactly say I ever went out of my way to get to know people so I can&amp;#039;t really help you there.&amp;quot; Her mind went to last time she met the last COS. William. She had done well to push him out of her mind, but it was still painful. Not able to deal with those feelings she instead allowed the shell to form around her again, where things cold bounce off of her and the deeper things stayed tucked neatly inside. Yes, this was better for everyone. &amp;quot;But it&amp;#039;s a small ship, so it doesn&amp;#039;t take long to figure it out.&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;: : : Kal Darvaana, Security&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;: : Bump&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;: Range nodded, and he understood small ships, &amp;quot;Means no one really has secrets for long.  So you feel comfortable with the assignment as i have lined it out for you?&amp;quot;  He asked looking at her squarely for a moment.  He had his own share of secrets and if he was smart they would get no where near the surface ever again.  He tried hard to keep them in check, and he had exercised one demon when they stopped at Deep Space 9 there was only one name left on the list and he was not certain he could ever get to where it could be crossed off.&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;: Range COS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kal nodded. &amp;quot;Pretty straightforward actually,&amp;quot; she said softly, lost in thought a bit. She certainly had things she had managed to keep secret. That her and William had kept their... what was it anyway? A liaison? An affair? A relationship? He had left, so what she had known to be true seemed hollow now. She also kept secret that it was incredibly hard to sit here and not think back to that one conversation after the &amp;#039;illness&amp;#039; that she drawn the two of them together. How he offerred her the gift of life (though he couldn&amp;#039;t possibly understand the significance of it) and how he had awakened feelings in her that she had no idea what to do with. A simple kiss had threatened to break her resolve in this room. But it was only a memory now. &amp;quot;Is there anything Sir?&amp;quot; she asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kal Darvaana, Security&lt;/p&gt;
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