From: Ranjani Sabarinathan (rantrek_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sat Apr 19 2008 - 01:42:40 PDT
“Chaos Aftermath and More to Come”
(contd from Taylor’s ‘119’)
Location: USS COMMENDATION
SD: 2.80418.2205
Scene: Bridge
The century battle cruiser, having taken a slight beating from the Dominion during their last mission, was left hanging outside the station. It was frustrating for the crew to be denied permission to dock due to security reasons. The senior officers of the COMMENDATION were deeply concerned for the station.
Commander Lena Daiuon informed. “Captain, GATEWAY informs us the quarantine is lifted and we can proceed to dock.”
“Thank you, Commander,” Ana acknowledged, sighing. The Trill hoped whatever crisis occurred at the station was successfully dealt with by base personnel. Having played the role of decoy, the ship took the brunt of the attacks from the enemy and was in need of repairs. As the COMMENDATION docked, Ana granted shore leave to all those officers not on duty for the rest of the day. Getting up from the chair, Spankryz glanced at her first officer and informed. “You have the bridge, Commander.”
The Klingon nodded. “Understood.” G’blok took over as the Captain retired to her ready room to work on the reports.
Lt. Evelyn Williams, the Strategic Operations Officer, stood up and mused calmly as she strolled past the tactical console. “I’m curious to know what happened here while we were away.”
“You’re not the only one,” Lt. Cmdr. Matthew Haley added, quickly peeking at the Captain’s Ready Room.
“Well I will be heading to the promenade,” Evelyn stated, sighing inwardly. “I might just find some scoop from there.” The blonde woman left the room, leaving the half-El Aurian Sec/Tac pondering.
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Scene: CO’s Ready Room
TI: Few hours later
“You wanted to see me, Ana?” Matthew inquired, slowly approaching her desk with a quizzical look in his eye. The El Aurian hybrid, when not in the presence of the other crewmembers, addressed the Trill woman by her first name. It was something the couple mutually accepted considering Ana was very professional on duty.
The Trill Captain informed, standing up and moving around the desk to stand next to the tall man. “I’m temporarily assigned to take command of the GATEWAY.” Commodore Necarra, the 13th fleet CO contacted Spankryz earlier to let her know she was placed in charge of the station till Commander Davidson’s recovery was complete.
“How long?”
Ana replied, her gaze meeting his eyes. “Until Daisy is recovered and fit to return to active duty.”
Her husband heaved a heavy sigh of concern as he mentioned. “I heard the station went through a crisis while the senior staff was away with us.”
“More like a situation that shouldn’t have escalated that far,” the Trill muttered angrily, recalling the report she received from Necarra regarding the circumstances on the station. “But the GATEWAY managed to keep things under control for now.”
“Well,” Matthew said, grinning weakly. “At least we will each other around.” He questioned a minute later. “When do you leave?”
Ana answered, shrugging. “The assignment’s effective immediately.” Picking up two PADDs from the desk, the Trill woman headed to the door, her husband following suit.
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Location: GS-2
Scene: Operations- Command Deck-> CO’s office
{{This is absolutely insane!}} A Betazoid/Talaxian hybrid merchant screeched, his bald head with a golden spike protruding from the centre, bulging in anger. {{My shipment has been lost during this blasted martial law you people brought here!}}
Kathryn MacNeil resisted the urge to groan at the hollering from the disgruntled civilian. As a doctor, one expected the Scot would be used to complaints, considering she had experience coming across plenty from her patients. But Kate knew the solution right away to a patient’s problem and did not need to spend a long time arguing with them. She was the doctor. She was right and the patient accepted her diagnosis, unless they were a medical professional themselves. But dealing with angry traders were a whole different story and Kate was still getting used to her job as Ops officer. Patience was a virtue in these situations.
“Mr. Talix,” the half-Nuimon stated politely. “We’re working very hard to recover your goods. Please be patient with us…”
{{Patient! Patient!}} The merchant bellowed. {{My business is falling apart right under my nose and you want me to be patient! Your people were the ones who started all this without your curfews and all this harassment from that brute force you call marines!}}
Kate clenched her jaws together, wondering why they all had to fly off the handle and not understand the station personnel were working their hardest to sort their problems. She cursed Major Towers deep down, miffed at him for ordering the quarantine that led to an unnecessary traffic jam outside the station. Talix was the eighteenth person she had to deal with on that same day and the half-Nuimon was aware the list of complaints was long and arduous. **This day would never end. **
“Are you lodging a complaint, Mr. Talix?” The auburn haired woman questioned calmly.
{{Indeed I am, Commander,}} the Talaxian hybrid shouted. ((I am making a complaint against all of you and I demand full compensation if my shipment is not found!}} He cut off communication immediately forcing Kathryn to roll her eyes in disdain. The Nuimon hybrid proceeded to the next communiqué and her screen switched to the sight of two very angry Naussican twins.
While MacNeil was dealing with the next set of complaints, Anaqueen entered the room, deemed the center of station operations and surveyed the area. Eishnala approached the Trill and greeted with a professional tone. “Captain Spankryz, we’ve been expecting you.” The Andorian received a message earlier regarding Ana’s temporary assignment.
“Commander,” the other woman acknowledged using a similar tone. The two command officers began walking towards the corridor that held the offices and the conference room. “What’s the latest update on the situation?” The Trill queried, quickly jumping to the point. “I read the initial reports on sabotages and the quarantine.” They reached Daisy’s office and went inside.
After the doors closed behind them, Eishnala began. “At the moment, the situation is now under control.” She watched Ana place her PADDs on the desk. “Security has been patrolling the promenade in the last few hours and so far there haven’t been any problems.”
“Glad to hear.” Spankryz nodded before moving to stand in front of Davidson’s desk. “Regarding the sabotages, you’re holding a suspect in custody, am I correct?”
“Yes ma’am,” the Andorian confirmed. “Zel Rohan. A collectibles dealer selling toys in the promenade until a few days ago when he sold his entire merchandise. He was discovered by the marines at the site. The suspect claims he’s innocent and mentions catching a shapeshifter in the act.”
“Is he telling the truth?” The Trill questioned, growing worried over the possibility of a changeling present in the station.
“Lt. Palandora and her teams are working on it,” Eishnala answered. The ExO continued to update the Trill on the station’s situation, which included the gigantic number of complaints from the civilians, Crichton’s assessment of the damages incurred from the sabotages and Daisy’s medical condition. Ana decided to head to sickbay to check on Daisy, the first chance she got. In fact the Trill planned to visit all departments in person to obtain first hand reports of the state of affairs.
“Also,” Kor brought up. “I’m getting reports that the press will be out in full force within the next 24 hours. Already sightings of FNN reporters have been made amongst the civilian population.”
Anaqueen sighed exasperatedly and then pursed her lips in a thin line. Having been a starship CO for years and a chunk of it in a top-secret vessel, Spankryz had the luxury of dealing with civilian problems and members of news organizations. Ana was beginning to get a headache. If dealing with thousands of complaints was bad enough, the press took the cake for being the most irritating. Knowing her, Ana was not about to shy away from these challenges and deal with them head on, at least until Commander Davidson returned.
The Captain observed dryly. “Knowing the press, they’re definitely going to milk this whole fiasco to get their story.”
“I concur.” Eishnala nodded. A few more minutes passed by before the meeting was concluded.
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NRPG: Would love to write more :) but its way past 2 am and my bedtime <lol> I hope to have more interactions with all of you between Kate/Anaqueen and your characters in future posts.
Ranjani Sabarinathan
Speaking for...
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Lieutenant Commander Kathryn MacNeil, MD
Chief Operations Officer
GATEWAY STATION- 2
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Captain Anaqueen Spankryz
Commanding Officer
USS COMMENDATION, NCC-10021 (Non RP ship)
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