Stardate 2365.02.20 
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - CMO's Office, 1045

"I feel the same way," Reine gives her a small smile as she walks around the desk, meeting the Chief as she herself rises from her seat, "Trust takes time, I know, but on a small ship in the middle of nowhere, it's a luxury we can't afford to squander. I hope I didn't cause too much contention with my frankness, I just thought you might appreciate that to any sugar-coating." She walks with her to the door of her office, "Thank you for your time, Chief, I'll see you soon."

Dana stood as the Doctor came around the desk and stood before her; the Chief's posture was much more relaxed than it had been when she had walked in.

“You'll find Doctor,” Dana said with a little smile, “I prefer frankness, and I hope you do as well as I seldom 'sugar-coat' anything I say.”

After they walked to the Office door, the Chief turned and nodded to Reine, “Thank you Doctor. I hope you can enjoy the rest of your day off. I plan to .. now.” She smiled a little broader then left the office and headed back to her quarters. Since she had just gotten off duty about 4 hours ago after a 12 hour shift, she was ready to rest a bit.

Stardate 2365.02.20
U.S.S. Peregrine; Deck 2 - CMO Quarters - 0445

"Mom!" Eleanor's little voice calls out to her, irritated though there's no one else in the world she would call for in a situation like this.

"Mom's busy right now, Peanut," Melody calls back as she dumps the young man's innards back into his stomach cavity and molds the open skin flaps back together like clay, "I'll be there in a minute!" She stands up and moves to the next patient, who is sleeping awkardly over the back of one of the shuttle seats. Her body is stretched impressively, but she would probably be more comfortable if she sat the right way.

"Moooooom!" Eleanor's voice is closer, even more agitated at her.

"I said just a minute, Ellie, it's rude to interrupt," Melody holds the woman's spine in place as she gently moves her into a proper sitting position.

The woman looks up at her, smiling wider than she had ever seen anyone smile, "Thank you Doctor Reine, I am much more comfortable now!" And then her head turns in a strange way and she falls back to sleep.

Melody sighs, holding her hands out to help the woman again just as her daughter's voice rings in her ears once more.

"MOM!" This time it's sudden and shrill and Melody jumps, spinning around toward her voice and the shuttle disappears.

They are in a forest and blood soaks them both. Five-year-old Eleanor is standing there impossibly, her sweet little body twisted and disjointed in a way she will never forget.

"Mom you were too late," she says, still irritated, but a little sad this time as well.

"Eleano-" her daughter's body falls to the ground, her face turned away from her in the way she had found her after the crash--

Melody bolts upright in her bed. The room is pitch black and sweat covers her body. She tries to regain control of her breathing and slow her heart rate. The tricks she had learned in the five years since this began had helped her learn to regulate and reorientate herself after waking up from the nightmare, though nothing had helped her stop them from happening, and she knew from experience that nothing would help her fall back asleep.

She looks at the time and is grateful for nearly having made it to 0500. Instead of worthlessly trying to sleep, Reine dons her fencing gear and carries her large, heavy duffle bag of swords in both arms to the holosuites.

Stardate 2365.02.20
U.S.S. Perigrine; Deck 5 - Holosuite 2 - 0510

Melody lowers her mask and steps away from the duffle she's settled in one of the corners of the holosuite, brandishing a well-used rapier in her right hand.

"Computer, begin rapier program Reine 4, Challenge 5," a little warm-up before she got to what she was truly here for.

The grid-like walls of Holosuite 2 melt away to a stone plateau on a gray day, overlooking a bavarian landscape. Her opponent materialized in a black garb, across from her in her whites.

She salutes them with her sword, then together they drop into their starting positions, "En-garde," she says, her father's French accent much more prominent now than the usual Arabic lilt bestowed on her from her mother, "pret," she takes a long, deep breath, "allez!" And the two begin their bout.

Melody allows her opponent to dance around her for a while, blocking and lightly parrying their thrusts as her body begins to wake up. Challenge 5 was a moderate difficulty, but nothing more to her than a way to get moving.

A few minutes pass of their back and forth before she ends the program and begins Challenge 10. This was nearly the fight she was looking for. Both parties lunging and blocking, dodging and parrying. She allows corps-à-corps in Challenge 10 and graciously accepts the consequences as she is shoved into the large rock face behind her. She ducks to the side as her opponent's blade lodges into the space her head had been and she jams her shoulder into their stomach, shoving them away to give her more room.

Mom, she hears in the back of her mind and stops.

"Computer," she says through heavy breaths as her opponent recovers and charges back at her, "pause simulation," their blade stops near her midsection and their body is still. She pushes up her mask and walks around them. She leans over her duffle and pulls out a long dagger, "Begin rapier and dagger program Reine 2, Challenge 10, reset." Another opponent in black garb appears, this time holding the two weapons.

This bout begins and continues more ferociously than the last. Melody wastes no time in attacking. The extra blade makes it more difficult to hit or parry and the hate and anger she usually keeps to herself she gladly begins to share with this opponent. They land a hard hit in her left shoulder that would have gone all the way through had she not been wearing her protective gear and she responds even more harshly.

Her tactics change, trying instead to maneuver her small frame to within arm's length. Growing up usually a little smaller than anyone she was sparring with in both hand-to-hand and sword combat, Melody had been forced to reconcile her disadvantages in reach and turn them into her strengths. Eventually she moves in such a way that catches her opponent off-guard and he stumbles for just a moment, and that is all she needs. She steps in too close, tightening her hand around the hilt of her dagger and unleashes a punch up into their jaw. Their mask flies off and Melody turns her body, delivering a side kick into their gut, and as they gasp for the wind she's knocked out, she sends another side kick into their knee and they collapse into the dirt.

Moooooom, it comes again.

"Computer!" she shouts, stomping back to her duffle bag and throwing the blades to the ground, she reaches for another sword and a small shield, "begin shamshir and separ program Reine 1, Challenge 20," the curved sword feels dark in her hand, perfect for what she needs, "reset!"

This time her opponent wields a similar curved sword and matching small shield, and the landscape changes into a Lebanese countryside.

The Middle Eastern style sword offers the sort of bloody, hacking, slashing style of fighting she is craving. Sweat pours down her face now, nearly obscuring her view in the mask. Her opponent kicks her feet from under her and she rolls away from a killing strike, using the strength left in her legs to jump back up and block another onslaught with her increasingly bruised, shielded arm. Melody goes on her own attacks, unleashing more pain, her technique almost non-existent in the face of the brutality she feels. Which is why once more she ends up cornered, hardly able to lift either arm anymore. A strike hits her hard across her chest and she hears the last one.

MOM!

"Computer, pause simulation," she throws off her mask, and can hardly speak through her heavy breaths, "begin jiu-jitsu progam, Reine 0."

Her opponent is in a black gi, and the holosuite transitions into the jiu-jitsu sparring space she trained in as a young adult. Melody takes off her gloves and approaches the man. She takes her stance, her arms a little lower than they should be but as high as she can raise them, her posture off enough to make her an easy target.

She is thrown to the ground immediately. Even not worn down and weary, Melody was not the greatest jiu-jitsu fighter. She had always preferred a pointy stick.

She hits the gound hard and the wind is sucked out of her lungs. Her opponent is on her immediately, holding her in place and bending her arm in such a way that excruciating pain is sent down her entire body. She stares at the ceiling as the simulated jiu-jitsu master wrenches her arm, waiting for her to yield, and finally she does. He jumps away and Melody ends the simulation. She lays there for a moment, still staring at the now grid-patterened ceiling of the holosuite, in pain and unsure if she will be able to move for a while, but finally feeling better.

Eventually the doctor rolls onto her side and forces herself to stand. Hobbling over to her duffle bag she gives herself a sardonic smile, wondering how she's going to get the heavy thing filled with all of her weapons back up to her room.

It always ended this way and she never learned.

Stardate 2365.02.20

USS Peregrine, Deck 2, Corridor outside Tubolift - 2242

“Ba da da da da da bum, ba da da da da da bum, thum thum.” Garner couldn’t get the song out of his head.  No one was around, and he was drumming in the air waiting for the turbo lift to arrive. As the doors open he quickly smoothed out his uniform bringing his hands to rest, the Rigelian inside the turbolift didn’t seem to notice.  Was there a smirk though? Had the tall man with the face tattoos seen him?

"I wish you a good evening, sir.  I am Petty Officer T'Darin, and I will man the Tactical station for this shift. I presume that you are Ensign Garner?"

“That I am.” Garner smiled up at T’Darin, he’d looked at the jacket of all the crewmen who’d be on the bridge tonight to better acquaint himself.

Enpok bobbed his head in acknowledgement.  "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, sir.  May fortune's winds blow favorably upon your first Command shift of the Peregrine."

“Um… Thanks… You too.” Garner didn’t really know how to respond to that…but fortune’s winds when there were pirates about…

The lift opened to the bridge, and Enpok deferred to Garner before exiting, the doors shaking Garner out of his imagination.

Making his way to the center of the bridge Garner found Vaela P’Tammah sitting in the big chair.  With a smile he greeted the attractive blue skinned woman, “Hey there roomie, I’m here to take all this from you,” he gestured around the bridge, “Anything I should know about?”

((OOC: assuming nothing has happened)

“Well, have a good night.  Feel like I haven’t really seen you since I’ve moved in.  We’ll have to get a conversation in one of these times.”

As she left he looked around the bridge before sitting down.  Zhang was getting comfortable at Helm down in front of him, T’Darin was doing his final check in at Tactical to the left, and Brok looked annoyed sitting at Ops to his right.

Garner made sure to introduce himself to the other two on the bridge, and with an encouraging word he finally sat in the big chair.

Stardate 2365.02.20

USS Peregrine, Bridge – 2301

Garner had a different expectation for command.

The chair, the responsibility, it was all very exciting, until gamma shift came around.  Garner scrolled though the log, checked the bearing and speed with Zhang, asked Brok if sensors were showing anything, but everything was going nominally, nothing out of the ordinary.  Where were these pirates, T’Darin was anxious to shoot something, Garner could tell.

Stardate 2365.02.20

USS Peregrine, Bridge – 2317

The sun had set but the four riders had a long way to go before they would bed down for the night.  Their horses flew across the prairie outlined in black and the stars flew past them.

At warp, everything outside on the view screen begins to look the same. The closer lights shooting by while the lights further away.

Stormrider sat around the campfire with his compatriots: two infantrymen, the one with face tattoos polished his rifle, the other saw to the horses; and a dandy, his curled mustache outlining his upturned nose.  The four of them were comfortable around the campfire, though rumors that bandits had passed this way not too long ago were on everyone’s mind. The prairie where the riders had made camp was fairly flat, in the distance the outline of the mesas could be seen, and above them the sky was full of stars.  Several shot past them as the men got comfortable. The dandy poked at the fine, Stormrider pulled out a harmonica. Licking his lips, he wet instrument and started blowing a mournful tune…

“Sir?” Zhang turned in his chair to face Garner.

Garner snapped back to attention. “Yes Petty Officer, what can I do for you?”

“Were you whistling, sir?”

“I… yes, yes I was.” Garner looked a little guilty.  He looked from side to side, T’Darin and Brok were also looking at him.

“Just checking it wasn’t a computer signal or malfunction or anything.”

“Nope, just me.  As you were.” The three Petty Officers turned back to their instrument panels, Garner was sure T’Daring was smirking this time.

Stardate 2365.02.20

USS Peregrine, Bridge – 2342

The riders had kicked the fire out in the morning and were well on their way, the horses flying again though the meadow as the sun rose.  Stormrider took the lead while the three others fanned out behind him, the horse hooves kicking up dust as they galloped through the tumbleweeds and scrub brush.  The creek coming up was small and could easily be jumped with the horses. Stormrider was the first to cross, then the two infantrymen.

“Sir, it’s cold in here.”

The dandy’s horse disappeared from underneath him halfway over the creek, and the mustachioed gentleman fell in mustache first.

“What?” Garner was pulled back to attention.

“The temperature, sir, it’s too low.” Brok grumbled.

“Oh no.” Zhang taunted.

“Not this again.” T’Darin chimed in, almost chuckling.

“P’Tammah always turns the temperature on the bridge down when she’s in here, Andorians like it cold.” Brok went on.

“It doesn’t… feel cold to me.  Computer what is the temperature on the bridge?” Garner asked.

=/\=The temperature on the bridge is 22 degrees Celsius.=/\=

“I suppose that’s a little low.” Garner tried to assuage the Petty Officer. “Computer increase bridge temperature to 23 degrees Celsius.”

=/\=Increasing temperature.=/\=

“Is that better?” Garner asked trying to keep the peace.

“It’s fine.” Brok grumbled.

“He’s a Tellarite sir.” Zhang chimed in.

“That’s fine.” Garner looked confused.

“They communicate by argument.” T’Darin inserted. “If he doesn’t have anything to argue about he’ll complain to start an argument.”

“That’s not true.” Brok argued.

“He’s just trying to figure out if he likes you or not.” Zhang said helpfully, never turning around.

“I see.” Garner nodded.  “Petty Officer, I think it’s too hot in here now.”

“The temperature is perfect,” a slight smile appeared in the corner of Brok’s mouth. “Perhaps you’re wearing too many under layers, sir.”

“I happen to share my quarters with an Andorian, maybe I’m getting used to the colder temperature.”

“Don’t encourage him.” Zhang laughed.

“In fact, I think I’m going to turn it down to 18 degrees.”

“Sir, that would be a hostile work environment.” Brok balked.

“I don’t know Petty Officer, do I need to excuse you so you can put on more under layers?”

Garner and Brok argued for a bit, T’Darin and Zhang laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Stardate 2365.02.21

USS Peregrine, Bridge – 0001

“And that’s why we don’t have purple uniforms!!” Garner was almost crying at his absurd argument.

The turbolift door opened.

All four sets of eyes turn to the back of the room, the scene makes them all look guilty, Garner standing pointing an accusatory finger at the man stationed at Ops.

Crewman Tam Suder exits the turbolift pushing a covered metal cart.  “Oh man guys,” his smile is broad, “Sir.” He nods to Garner. “I don’t know what you guys are doing, but I could sense the boisterousness all the way up the turbolift.”

“What can I do for you crewman?” Garner asks regaining his composure.

“It’s chow time.” Zhang cuts in, turning around in his chair.

“Huh?” Garner doesn’t know what to make of it.

While Suder pulls the lid off the cart to reveal something that smells good, T’Darin explains, “There is no one to relieve gamma shift without waking up one of the other officers, so at 0000, 0600, 1200, and 1800 the catering staff bring food up to the bridge so the bridge crew doesn’t have to leave.”

“Hope you like Batazoid food sir.” Suder smiles as he loads a plate for the Ensign.

“I hope I do too.” Garner looks quizzically at it.”

“I’m sure it’s awful.” Brok comments a little too loudly to be under his breath. The rest of the bridge crew give him a knowing look, and Garner shakes his head as if to say not now.

Soon everyone was served and Suder was charming the bridge crew, sharing stories of his escapades.  Being an empath, he could tell when his audience was engaged. He stayed long enough to refill glasses and clean up plates before pushing the cart back into the turbolift.

With a full belly the Saturday gamma shift bridge crew went back to their tasks.

Stardate 2365.02.21

USS Peregrine, Bridge – 0123

Garner stared out the viewscreen.  Points of light whizzed past. The thought occurred to him that he’s had a command shift before he’s had a chance to fly the ship.  Not that he minded, command is where he wanted to be eventually. He just happened to like flying as well. Points of light zoomed past the ship.  Should he get a dog? Officers were allowed pets, but what kind of life would that be for an animal to be confined to a starship. Light flew past the ship.

Light hit ship. The bridge rocked spilling Brok and T’Darin and Garner onto the floor.  Luckily Zhang kept his seat.

“Red alert!” Garner yelled, the lights and sounds of the alert filled the bridge.

=/\=What’s going on Garner?=/\= The captain chimed over the intercom.

A panicked look from Garner over to Brok, made the Tellarite look at his ops readout. “Pirates!” he mouthed.

“Sir, we’ve got pirates!” Garner responded.

=/\=Garner can you hold them off while the senior officers have a meeting?=/\= The captain asked.

“Of course sir.” Then to T’Darin. “Lock on phasers.” To Zhang, “Bring us about.” To Brok, “Find any weak spots we can exploit.”

“Aye, sir!” All three Petty Officers responded.

The Peregrine spun about bringing what hit them into full view, the three masted sloop was turning its broadside toward the starship.  Zhang turned around to look at Garner, his face was awash of fear and confusion.

“Sir, I believe if we hit them in the mast with our chainshot it will slow them down.” Brok commented without looking up from the Ops post.

Garner turned to T’Darin, his face a mirror of Zhang’s. “Make it so?”

“Aye sir.” T’Darin replied, his fingers flying over the TAC panel.  “Chainshot away.”

Looking back at the viewscreen Garner saw the blue light of the phaser coming from off camera and hitting the base of the mainmast, an explosion, then the mast beginning to fall.  “Direct hit.” T’Darin informed the Ensign.

“They’re coming about.” Brok yelled over the siren.

Garner looked out the viewscreen in time to see the gun ports of the pirate ship explode in smoke and fire as cannonballs are hurled at the Peregrine.  The bridge is rocked again by the impact.

“Shields at 42%.” T’Darin informs Garner.

“Hull breach on deck 1.” Brok interrupts.

“Deck 1?  Where on Deck 1, we’re on deck 1.” Garner urgently requested.

“Shall I return fire?” T’Darin interjected.

“Looks like the conference room.” Brok says.

“Yes, keep firing!” Garner responds to T’Darin, “all the senior officers are having a meeting there!” Garner stands up from his seat quickly.

Garner stands up from his seat quickly.

“Sir?” T’Darin asks. The bridge is silent, only stars can be seen through the viewscreen.

“Just stretching my legs.” Garner covered and sat back down. T’Darin hides a smirk.  

“Sir we’re being boarded.” Brok yells over the red alert alarm.  Looking out the viewscreen Garner can see the sloop has swung grappling hooks over to the Peregrine and scallywags and buccaneers were swinging over.  Out in the hallway Garner could hear screaming and the clink of metal on metal.

Suddenly the door to the bridge is blown inward, through the dust and debris a canon can be seen on the other side.  The wicked looking men and women who were using it poke their heads around the door frame. Tricorn hats and bandanas furnish the heads of the swashbucklers.  Eye patches and gold or missing teeth adorn the hungry faces of those ne’er-do-wells that were making their way inside.

Standing up from the blast, picking up his Stetson, and dusting his… duster off, Stormrider looks the privateers dead in the eye.  Facing the rear of the bridge Stormrider looks to his right, the infantryman standing there was just finishing loading his rifle and bringing it to bear on the sailors.  Looking to his left, the dandy winks at him over his mustache and pulls out a six-gun. Giving it a kiss the dandy aims at the seamen. Stormrider pulls out his own gun and fires three shots at the intruders using his right hand to fan back the hammer, as he runs to his left.  The invaders on the other other hand pull their flintlocks out and take aim. The rifle to their left catches their attention as one of them is blown away. The dandy fires off a couple shots and the second infantryman joins the fray. Before long the bodies of those that tried to make their way onto the bridge lay slumped over their canon.

Stormrider and his posse exit the saloon onto the street.  The wind picks up and catches his duster. He holds onto his stetson as he looks up and down the street.  The whole town has been invaded and bad men and women are carrying trunks and treasure out of buildings and making their way to the sloop at the end of the street.

With a knowing look to the posse Stormrider reloads his gun and makes his way down the middle of the street.  He and the posse start shooting the burglars as they come out of the buildings. Soon some of the thieves start shooting back and the posse has to dive behind an overturned lunch cart for cover.  With a nod to the infantrymen Stormrider and the dandy move to the left and right while the infantrymen cover them with their rifles. With blasts of smoke and fire one by one the robbers fell to the ground never again to sail the seven seas.  

A scream from the Saloon brings Stormrider and the rest of the posse running.

=/\=Shuttlecraft to Peregrine, och I ‘ope t’ere be someone lis’nen.=/\=

“Garner here, Megan is that you.” Garner was aghast.

=/\=Aye I’m out ‘ere on me own, and t’ere be pirates about.=/\= The little petty officer called over the comm.

“Brok, do you have her?” Garner asked as Brok regained his station.

“Aye, sir, she’s bearing 43 mark 284.”

“Megan, I need to you stay on course, we’ll come to get you, do not veer off course.” Garner warned. “Zhang, I’m going to need your seat.”

“All yours sir.” The helmsman said as he got up.

“T’Darin, keep that ship occupied.” Garner said as he took the helm.

“Aye sir.” The tall Rigelian said from the tactical station.

Kicking the Peregrine into high gear Garner spun her around at the last moment and lined the shuttlebay up with the trajectory of the shuttlecraft.  Megan screeches into the shuttlebay just as Garner throws the Peregrine into high warp leaving the sloop in his trail. “Do we have you Megan?”

=/\=Aye, you have me, ye c’n ‘ave me anytime ye want me.=/\=

Garner leaned back in the helm seat and let out a big sigh.

Garner leaned back in the big chair and let out a big sigh.

“Sir?” T’Darin asked Garner, he no longer concealed his smile.

“Just getting comfortable.” Garner said sheepishly.

Stardate 2365.02.21

USS Peregrine, Engineering – 0327

=/\=Engineering to bridge.=/\=

“Garner here, what can I do for you.”

=/\=Hi Sir, this is Master Chief Davis down in engineering.  I just need your permission to requisition a biogenic photon launcher with rear command systems, there seems to be interference in the nucleonic transporter frame.=/\=

“The what now?” Garner scratched his head, engineering was not his forte.  Photon launcher didn’t sound good though. “Do you need it now? I’d ask Lieutenant Commander Thorson in the morning.”

=/\=Oh no sir, it’s very important to get the level-2 holosustainer with multisynaptic holocapacitors as the interference in the partial subspace sensor is not responding.=/\=

“I thought you needed a photon launcher.”

=/\=Sir if I don’t get that MK-12 inhibitor with the sarium krellide autocompositors we’re going to have serious problem with the transporter systems.”

Transporter system, Garner knew that word.  “Master Chief, I think you’ll find all of that next the the chemlight batteries, and the box of gridsquares.”

=/\=Very good sir, gotta break the new officers in somehow.=/\= The sound of cackling could be heard as Master Chief Davis signed off.

“Garner out.”

Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine, Captain's Mess - 1615

Carefully, Nyle watched the Captains face redden. The idea of a traitor amongst them was understandably infuriating. Nyle himself found the idea repulsive. To go behind the backs of those that served beside you; those that often put their lives in your hand and stoutly defended your own. The Ops Chief knew it didn't show on his face, but inside he felt a ball of... Not exactly anger, but perhaps a solid, righteous indignation. Anger often clouded judgment, and there wasn't room for that growing up on Daa'V.

The Captain addressed Nyle, then, saying in a short precise tone, "It sounds like you have your first major project, then, Lieutenant Nyle - I want complete diagnostics performed on all of Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas' computer gear.  Set up a monitor.  Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas, once the monitor routine is confirmed, I want you to start keying your research again." He then turned back to Nyle.  "When the data is invariably wiped, you can hopefully trace what process did so, and where this process initiated - if not by whom."

"As you say, Captain," Nyle replied, nodding his head in acceptance. Idly, he wondered what would drive someone to do something like this. What in the world could be worth it?

The Captain frowned before addressing the Andorian again.  "Have you entered your research on any equipment that isn't specifically yours?  As in, besides your own personal terminal, PADD or department terminals?  If Nyle cannot find anything, the next step may be to rip out all of your physical equipment and replace it with new gear, on the off chance that it has been physically altered in some way."  His gaze settled on the Chief Engineer.  "Eric, if it comes to that, I want you to personally oversee the new equipment."

Captain Drake gritted his teeth.  "I want this traitor found.  Starfleet Intelligence may want to enjoy a nice chat with them... provided they don't run into an airlock mishap before then."  

Nyle blinked at that. The Captain was a lot... Harder than most of the other Starfleet captains he had served under. However, Nyle couldn't say that it wasn't a fate undeserved. Indeed, years ago, Nyle would have thought that method was merciful if not anything else. 

"Nyle, I wonder... your computer issue seems rather odd." The Captain stated, drawing Nyle's attention to him. "As does the timing.  You may want to coordinate with Engineering on this, and Lieutenant Tal feels that she has some resources that may be of use to you. I wonder if this might be related in any way to the vanishing report; I am not much of a believer in coincidences."

Internally, Nyle's brow furrowed. That was a possibility that he hadn't considered. Someone who was just a little careless might overlook something in their malicious program that would cause the computer to bug out. However, logically, the issue would have started much earlier. Probably within the first couple of days that Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas had first noticed her reports being deleted.

"With all due respect, Captain," Nyle replied, keeping his tone regulated to what he believed to be properly deferential. "I'm inclined to believe that if the two issues were related then we might have seen evidence of the strange computer bug sooner rather than just today. I will, however, look further into it, Captain.

Captain Drake sat back in his chair.  "Very well.  I have reviewed the refit and resupply reports, as well as the crew transfer orders.  Is there anything else here that needs to be brought to my attention?"

"If I may make a suggestion, sir," Nyle replied. "It seems to me that in the name of security it may be worth keeping this... issue among the senior officers. I feel it is safe to assume that everyone in this room is trustworthy. That being said, if word got out that there was a traitor--" Nyle felt his normally monotone voice heat slightly with the word. "-- in our midst, then it would likely make our attempts to catch and persecute them that much more difficult. Just a suggestion, sir."

The Captain nodded.  "In that case, I won't take up any more of your time.  Dismissed."

Nyle rose at that, and immediately set off to carry out the orders he had recieved. 

Stardate 2365.02.20
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Sickbay, 1145

Yeoman Toriak sat at his computer station and went over the roster and compared it to the list that Chief Cook had sent him in order to schedule the physicals for the New crew members assigned to the Peregrine. The Chief's list and schedule were accurate, as per usual, so all he had to do was confirm it, which he just had, and then sent out messages to the PADDs of the crew members on the scheduled physical times.

Calling up the messaging system, he began with new officers, and once those were physicals were completed, he would schedule the enlisted. He began sending out the canned message, which the computer would input the crew member's name and the time/date selected.

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Lt. Kara Tal,

You are required to submit to Medical department for a mandatory new assignment physical on Stardate 2365.02.21 at 1000 hrs. Please be prepared for a complete medical workup, including necessary blood work. If you have any questions, please contact Chief PO Cook prior to the appointment.

Thank you!

Lt. Reine
CMO, USS Peregrine
(Sent by Yeoman Toriak)

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Lt Nyle,

You are required to submit to Medical department for a mandatory new assignment physical on Stardate 2365.02.21 at 1300 hrs. Please be prepared for a complete medical workup, including necessary blood work. If you have any questions, please contact Chief PO Cook prior to the appointment.

Thank you!

Lt. Reine
CMO, USS Peregrine
(Sent by Yeoman Toriak)

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Ensign Bradley Garner,

You are required to submit to Medical department for a mandatory new assignment physical on Stardate 2365.02.22 at 1000 hrs. Please be prepared for a complete medical workup, including necessary blood work. If you have any questions, please contact Chief PO Cook prior to the appointment.

Thank you!

Lt. Reine
CMO, USS Peregrine
(Sent by Yeoman Toriak)

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With those messages sent, Toriak rose from the desk and headed out of the sickbay; it was time to grab a bite for lunch and then perhaps he would meditate for awhile as was his usual daily regimen.

((OOC: I'm bored as no one seems to be around on the weekend, so I decided to give others something to do. ))

Stardate 2365.02.21
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 0352

Any illusions about the excitement that surely surrounded the activity of a shift in the Big Chair had died a yawning death, crushed by the tedium of the faint, continuous hum of the warp drive and the never-changing displays that simply recycled the normal status readouts of a vessel at warp.  Ensign Garner had provided no small amount of diversion to the bridge crew with his antics; the whistling, the humming, and the blatantly obvious day dreaming were themselves welcome distractions among the enlisteds who had to stand the Saturday night graveyard watch with him.  Truthfully, none among them could truly blame him, and Garner's youth and Academy shine were enough to cause them to grin and pointedly attend to their own stations.

Suddenly a warning alarm flashed at the Operations station.  "Ensign Garner!" Petty Officer Brok exclaimed.  "I'm detecting an abnormality with the warp field, it.."

With no further warning, there was a wrenching sensation and the deck pitched violently.  As it did so, the main viewscren display shifted from the streaking lines of warp to a normal star field.

The intercom went off.  =/\= Engineering to Bridge! =/\=

OOC: assuming Garner responds

=/\=Sir,=/\= came the clipped voice of Master Chief Davis. =/\=Something is wrong with the warp field generator!  I have initiated an emergency shutdown, as a catastrophic fault was detected. =/\=

Technically, the Master Chief had probably overstepped his bounds a tad by not clearing the shutdown with the bridge first, but the type of failure described was the sort of thing that could instantly destroy a ship...

Davis' tone was all business, with a defintie undertone of stress - this was no lark, no hazing of the green ensign. 

OOC: assuming some conversation here from Garner

The conversation was interrupted by the T'Darin's voice.  "Sir," he spoke calmly.  "I am picking up two... no, three vessels coming towards us on rapid intercept vectors."  The Rigellian Tactical officer's voice took on an edge.  "They are aquiring target lock on us.  Sir, I suggest evasive maneuvers and to raise the shields and arm our weapons."

Stardate 2365.02.21

USS Peregrine, Bridge - 0354

"Ensign Garner!" Petty Officer Brok exclaimed.  "I'm detecting an abnormality with the warp field, it.."

With no further warning, there was a wrenching sensation and the deck pitched violently.  As it did so, the main viewscren display shifted from the streaking lines of warp to a normal star field.

The intercom went off.  =/\= Engineering to Bridge! =/\=

“Garner, here, what just happened?!?!”

=/\=Sir,=/\= came the clipped voice of Master Chief Davis. =/\=Something is wrong with the warp field generator!  I have initiated an emergency shutdown, as a catastrophic fault was detected. =/\=

That’s not good. Garner thought.

“Is that something you can fix?”

=/\=Not anytime soon.=/\= Davis replied. =/\=I’m going to need to do several diagnostics to see what caused the malfunction.=/\=  

“Do what you can, I’ll see what…”

The conversation was interrupted by the T'Darin's voice.  "Sir," he spoke calmly. "I am picking up two... no, three vessels coming towards us on rapid intervept vectors."  The Rigellian Tactical officer's voice took on an edge. "They are aquiring target lock on us. Sir, I suggest evasive maneuvers and to raise the shields and arm our weapons."

“Yes! Do that.” Garner was anxious. “Zhang, evasive maneuvers.  Red alert!” The lights and sirens that were so recently in Garner’s day dream came to life on the bridge. “Brok, where are we, is there a system close by?” Without waiting for an answer, “Computer wake up the Senior Bridge Staff, appraise them on the situation. T’Darin, do we know who’s ships are out there?”

=/\=Acknowledged.=/\=

As an afterthought, “Computer, wake up Commander Thorson as well, we’ll need our warp capabilities.”

=/\=Acknowledged.=/\=

Did we stumble on some kind of anti-warp mine?  Was this a trap? Of course it was, or these ships wouldn’t be targeting us. Garner gripped the arms of the big chair waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Status report.” Garner said expectantly.

Stardate 2365.02.21
USS Peregrine, Chief's Quarters - 0357

Chief Cook was already awake as she was preparing for her nursing shift which was to start in a couple hours. She had showered and dressed in a fresh uniform and was looking over something on ther PADD when the Red Alert went off. She jumped to her feet, almost dropping her PADD; she threw it on the desk as she rushed out of her quarters.

Stardate 2365.02.21
USS Peregrine, Sickbay – 0359

Chief Cook rushed into Sickbay, and saw that PO Adama was there already and Crewman Reynolds rushed in only seconds after her. She nodded her approval of their vigilance as she began to bark out orders.

“Ok,” Dana began, “we might be in a combat situation here, so lets make sure things are secure. No loose items, all medical equipment secured in place. We don't want anything breaking loose and injuring one of us, or any patients we get.”

She continued as Nurse Miraam and Tech Saril rushed in withing a minute of her own arrival. She nodded to them and began assigning tasks to prepare them for any casualties from a potential combat.

“Ok, Adama and Reynolds are securing any loose items. Miraam and Saril, you two check the medical kits and make sure they are stocked with anything we might need to go out on any emergency calls. I'll coordinate with the Doctor and let her know our status. Let's Move!”

As the others turned to their assignments, she hit her commbadge, “Chief Cook to Doctor Reine”

((OOC: A little something to address a potential emergency. Checking in with the doctor, and awaiting any orders or emergency.))

Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 3, Crew Quarters – 1325

Sitting up, the geneticist presses deeper into the rough. "You said there are a lot of new officers aboard. Dish, sister. I'm less malnourished than starving for new information and ship gossip is always a full course meal."

Dana chuckles and shakes her head and leans forward towards her friend as if she is going to whisper some juicy tidbit of information.

“Well, let's see,” she pauses to think, “there is a new Ops Chief, a Lt Nyle, who is a Daa'vit. Green skin and wolfish features, I hear. I am looking forward to meeting him as I've never met a Daa'vit.”

Lauren’s eyes widen but she remains quiet while Dana continues.

“Tactical has a new Chief Officer,” Dana continued, “I hear she's quite well trained in several forms of Martial Arts, though from the record I read, she doesn't apparently practice Boxing.” Cook grinned at her friend, knowing how she is always looking for a new challenge when it comes to the Boxing ring or Poker.

“I mentioned the new CMO,” she said with a look of contemplation, “so far she seems to be alright. She appears to approve of my 'strong hand' in Medical.” She grins, thinking her friend would get a kick out of that, as she knows how Cook handles her staff.

“I got a couple of new Lab techs,” Dana shrugs, “so I haven't seen how they work out yet, though I'm glad my nursing staff isn't changing. As for the new mission, I don't know much, there hasn't been an official announcement yet. Just that I heard we had set a course for the Trevil system. There is a senior staff meeting scheduled for 1600 hours, so maybe I will hear more then. Other than that, not much to tell just yet.”

“A Daa’vit? I’ll look forward to figuring out what that is,” sighing, Lauren shifts so that one leg is up on the bed, the other on the floor.

“So how much time is left on your confinement to quarters?” Dana finally asked, “I know you probably want to get back to work, but knowing you, you probably dread it just as much.”

She eyes her friend looking for signs of how she was doing mentally; the tricorder can't help her there.

“Nine. Nine more days of confinement,” PO Crane says heavily. “But, I’m supposed to be entering active duty again any day now just with additional workloads. That was something that was supposed to be implemented a number of days ago but the Blue B*tch sent me notice that the captain’s court-martial was delaying the transition. I think she just wants me to suffer further and doesn’t trust my work.”

“Well,” Dana replied, “I'm no counselor, but I'm always here to listen to you and offer advice. You know that.” It was a statement and not a question.

Stardate 2365.02.21
USS Peregrine, Chief Science Officer’s Quarters - 0352

Taking precautions against losing any further work, Asovil is writing first in her paper journal and then transcribing the work through to her padd. True, this process is taking much longer but she is finding that the effort is easing her anxiety while allowing her the luxury of refining her discourse. So far, the mysterious vanishing act her paper has performed every time she’s saved it hasn’t happened. Then again, she hasn’t saved it since she woke from her usual four-hour slumber and started working.

For some time, Asovil had felt very lonely as one of the only races that require a mere four hours to sleep. Hours alone at the Academy seemed an eternity before she had learned to embrace the opportunity and apply it to her studies, something she continues to this day to keep her performance the best that it can be. Sometimes, she exercises while others, she puts extra time in on a project, but of late, she has been spending the time working on her paper or stressing out over the loss of her work and the mystery behind the attacks.

Setting the padd tablet on her desk (something all senior officer quarters came furnished with), the Andorian stood and padded barefoot to her replicator. Despite the cool temperature she keeps her quarters at, she is wearing shorts and an undershirt.

“Computer,” she says, “Katheka, seventy-one point one degrees Celsius.”

Her mind is already occupied with the next series of notes that she’s documenting as the faint sounds of the native Andorian drink replication drift throughout her quarters. Taking the steaming mug from the bay, she turns and is pitched forward and to the right. Katheka leaps from the ceramic mug and splashes across the gray carpet and caught off balance, the tall woman falls to her bare hands and knees experiencing the resulting rugburn almost instantly.

Language that isn’t appropriate within Starfleet erupts from her mouth as she drops onto her heels and examines her elbows. Purplish abrasions are already lighting up the skin and investigating her knees shows the same.

“Fantastic,” she groans. “I’ll be feeling this all day.”

Climbing back to her feet, the blue-skinned woman’s antennae stand rigid with frustration at the sight of the mess on her floor but before she can do anything further, the lights in her room immediately start flashing red and the alarm sounds.

Instincts take over and she springs towards her closet, donning her uniform in record time. Still pulling a boot on, she’s already at the door and through it just as her heel settles into the cup of the footwear. Tapping her comm badge, the Chief Science Officer hails Ensign Maize.

“Make sure all personnel are at their stations and report back to me,” she orders. “I’m heading to the Bridge.”

=/\= Aye, sir. =/\=

As is to be expected, the turbo lift is occupied, but Asovil pushes her way in and orders it to her destination which takes precedence over the lower ranks in this situation. Stepping out onto the Bridge, she immediately makes her way to the science conn and awaits orders while attempting to pick up on what the situation is with an intent ear.

Stardate 2365.02.20
U.S.S. Peregrine; Deck 5 - The Aerie - 1945

Flecks of some of the dried flower she used to steep her tea swirled around in her mug. Sure, the replicator could make a chai babooneh, but as was the case with so many she had met, nothing ever tasted quite as delicious as home. The dried flowers had been a gift from her parents a few months prior, on her birthday. At thirty-seven, she never expected much in the ways of birthdays, but her parents always seemed to remember to send her a good, large batch of her favorite tea.

She took a sip and continued to re-read once more all the information she had on the Daa’vit anatomy. As with most humanoid non-humans, many systems worked similar to, if not exactly like humans, though maybe a few organs were located in different places. However, a hubristic familiarity with said systems had left many in dire trouble in the past. And while she herself or in the assistance to others had put hundreds of humanoids of varying species and backgrounds back together, the repetition of knowledge was a comfort to her.

Add to that the warm, calming effects of the chai babooneh from her parents, and the blur of space beyond the observation windows, and Melody could almost feel herself beginning to settle into this new ship.

Stardate 2365.02.21
U.S.S. Peregrine; Deck 2 - CMO Quarters - 0353

The shuttle careened down the road as it always did, the sun bright, but beginning to settle after their long day at the beach in Marseille. Her daughter is unusually quiet, and Melody smiles, guessing she must be exhausted from the day. She runs her fingers through the little girl’s dark, curly, sand-strewn hair, and as always, this is when the shuttle violently--

Melody wakes, startled. She looks around the dark room but nothing seems to be out of order. She shakes her head, confused. Her dream never ends there, but then again, that lurch never feels quite so violent anymore.

The red alert signal goes off then and Reine jumps out of her bed, “Computer, report!” she says, throwing on her uniform and racing toward the turbolift.

=/\= The Peregrine has fallen out of warp and is currently under attack by three unknown vessels =/\=

“Wake any med staff not already on their way to sickbay and send them down there,” she hops into the the crowded turbolift, commanding it to Deck 4 and is about to contact her head nurse when her voice comes through the comms.

=/\= Chief Cook to Doctor Reine =/\=

“Reine here, I’m about to exit the turbolift. Status report.”

Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 3, Crew Quarters – 1330

“Nine. Nine more days of confinement,” PO Crane says heavily. “But, I’m supposed to be entering active duty again any day now just with additional workloads. That was something that was supposed to be implemented a number of days ago but the Blue B*tch sent me notice that the captain’s court-martial was delaying the transition. I think she just wants me to suffer further and doesn’t trust my work.”

“I'm sure you know her better than I,” Cook replied, “but I hope that a Star Fleet officer would be above such petty things.”

“Well,” Dana replied, “I'm no counselor, but I'm always here to listen to you and offer advice. You know that.” It was a statement and not a question.

Cook sighed a little as she was saddened by this whole situation, then she slowly rose to her feet.

“I guess I've probably overstayed my time here,” Dana said with a shrug, “I don't want to imbue anyone's ire and make them think I'm violating your confinement. Though I wouldn't really care myself, I don't want to give them any reason to extend your sentence.”

Cook started to walk to the door but stopped short and turned back to Lauren.

“Maybe I'll try to talk to the Captain and remind him of your going back to work as originally scheduled,” she said, “If you're okay with that?”

After Lauren's reply, Dana nodded to her friend and turned back to the door, “Don't worry Lauren, things will be back to normal soon.”

((OOC: Fill in any replies wherever you wish; if I need to respond differently, I'll adjust later))

Stardate 2365.02.21
USS Peregrine, Sickbay – 0401

=/\=Reine here, I’m about to exit the turbolift. Status report =/\=

“All nursing personnel on site in Sickbay,” Dana replied to the doctor as she kept and eye on her staff around her, “We are making sure to secure Sickbay in case of battle damage. We have medkits ready and personnel standing by to deploy as needed about the ship if called upon. Do you have any additional orders, Doctor?”

((Doctor's reply))

“Do you know what's going on Doctor?” Cook asked at last.

Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 3, Crew Quarters – 1332

“Nine. Nine more days of confinement,” PO Crane says heavily. “But, I’m supposed to be entering active duty again any day now just with additional workloads. That was something that was supposed to be implemented a number of days ago but the Blue B*tch sent me notice that the captain’s court-martial was delaying the transition. I think she just wants me to suffer further and doesn’t trust my work.”

“I'm sure you know her better than I,” Cook replies, “but I hope that a Star Fleet officer would be above such petty things.”

“Well,” Dana replies, “I'm no counselor, but I'm always here to listen to you and offer advice. You know that.” It was a statement and not a question.

Cook sighs a little as she is saddened by this whole situation, then she slowly rises to her feet.

“I guess I've probably overstayed my time here,” Dana says with a shrug, “I don't want to imbue anyone's ire and make them think I'm violating your confinement. Though I wouldn't really care myself, I don't want to give them any reason to extend your sentence.”

Cook starts to walk to the door but stops short and turns back to Lauren.

“Maybe I'll try to talk to the Captain and remind him of your going back to work as originally scheduled,” she says, “If you're okay with that?”

"Oh, please don't!" Lauren shakes her head emphatically, her mousey features bunching up as though she has just sucked on a lemon. "I don't need any more spotlights shown my way, thank you."

After Lauren's reply, Dana nods to her friend and turns back to the door, “Don't worry Lauren, things will be back to normal soon.”

"My new normal," Lauren remarks. "Thanks for the visit, Dana. I miss it being the two of us. Have a good night."

Stardate 2365.02.21
U.S.S. Peregrine; Deck 4 - Sickbay – 0401

=/\=Reine here, I’m about to exit the turbolift. Status report =/\=

“All nursing personnel on site in Sickbay,” Dana replied to the doctor as she kept an eye on her staff around her, “We are making sure to secure Sickbay in case of battle damage. We have medkits ready and personnel standing by to deploy as needed about the ship if called upon. Do you have any additional orders, Doctor?”

=/\= Begin triage setup =/\=

Reine entered then and spoke with Cook directly, taking a mental inventory. She had not worked for any extended length on a ship as small and with as limited resources as the Peregrine, but she had certainly worked with less, “There isn't word of any injured or casualties of as of yet, but with only seven beds in total available I'd like you to designate a team headed by our most senior nurse under you in the event that we need to convert the cargo bay into an extended sickbay.”

“Do you know what's going on Doctor?” Cook asked at last.

“We’ve dropped out of warp and are being attacked by three unknown ships,” she shared a look with her head nurse, “Nothing more than that as of yet.” The remaining med staff ran in through the doors behind her and joined the others in preparation, “Will that be all, Chief?”

((OOC: assuming a positive response, but will add/revise as necessary))

Reine nods and replies, “Let's get to work then,” and joins the rest of her staff.