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Post by LtJG Ariel Wrenn on Dec 17, 2006 14:12:36 GMT -5
She walks down the gangway into the Striker. With a single Duffle bag, and a pleasant smile, she walks about the corridors to the Turbo Lift. The doors open, as she steps in, they then shut.
Deck 3 Please.
The TL comes to life, and whisk her to Deck 3. Shortly she makes it to her quartrers. As she enters, she is pleasantly surprised by the size of it. She begins to unpack her bag, and set up her personal effects. One of which, a recent Holo image of her, and her bride Andrus.
She smiles as she sees his familar face, and finishes stowing away her uniforms, and her wedding wrap. She exits and makes way to the Turbo Lift again.
Bridge.
The Turbo lift once again whiskit's way to the Bridge. She enters, and sees Lt D'real at the Helm console, feeding a com signal to the Captains Ready Room.
Hello, may I help you?
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Post by Lt D'real on Dec 17, 2006 14:17:03 GMT -5
She turns to see the Blonde haored Betazoid, with remarkable light color eyes.
Oh, you must be Ensign Wrenn. Congratulations on your bonding. Yes we just had an urgent communication from the Starbase to the Captain.
May I ask a personal question? I never saw a Betazoid with Light colored eyes, is there a reason for this anomally?
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Post by Cdr Jennifer Morgan on Dec 17, 2006 14:22:48 GMT -5
She overhears the comm signal sent by Lt D'real.
I better go take care of the shop.
She places her Tea back in the replicator, and exits the Ready room, into the Bridge. She sees the Ensign, and Lieutenant. She walks up silently, listening in to the conversation.
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Post by LtJG Ariel Wrenn on Dec 17, 2006 14:28:38 GMT -5
She takes her seat, and calls up her consoles diagnostic. She listens to D'real, and smiles.
It is a condition just like Albino. It happens 1 in every 2 million of Betazoids, it's not a health risk or anything. Sometimes it's associated by a higher telepathic ability, but I lucked out there. Have you met the Captain yet?
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Post by Cdr Jennifer Morgan on Dec 17, 2006 14:35:25 GMT -5
Hearing the Ensigns explanation, she nods a bit.
Thats very interesting Ensign. I'm Commadnder Jenn Morgan, your First Officer. I'm sure you've met Lt D'real, the Captain would like to see both of you when he is done. She smiles, as she turns, and heads for the Tactical station.
Ms Wrenn. get an Engineering team up here, this station is still not completed, also tell the Science team I want a full report on the dekays on those Tri-lateral sensors they've been working on.
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Post by Lt D'real on Dec 17, 2006 14:40:06 GMT -5
Hearing her explanation, she raises an Eyebrow.
Quite Logical
Then she hears the Commander, and listens to her introduction. She always wondered why humans have this enate ability to sneak up on others.
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Post by LtJG Ariel Wrenn on Dec 17, 2006 15:03:15 GMT -5
She smiles as she feels general concern on her part.
Thank you Commander, I just hope I can be the best I can be.
With that she felt a wave of urgency on the commanders part. It was like a flood gate had been open. She listens as the Commander sends out a chain of commands.
Yes Commander I'm on it. She calls up the ship com. Bridge to Engineering, I need a team on the bridge to work on the Tactical station. Science, how much longer until we have those lateral sensors?
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Post by kestrasuderhill07 on Dec 17, 2006 15:12:06 GMT -5
Coming by shuttle from Betazed, she opens a comm link to the Striker
"Ensign Kestra Suder Hill to USS Striker, please come in. I been posted to the Striker as her new Tactical Officer. Permission to park in the shuttle bay?"
She waits, as she parked 1000 meters off the starboard side of the Striker, for a response
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Post by LtJG Ariel Wrenn on Dec 17, 2006 16:45:29 GMT -5
She picks up the incoming signal from the shuttle.
Shuttle, this is the USS Striker you are clear to approach.
She then reports to the Commander.
Ma'am, our Tactical officer is arriving in the Hangarm any instructions?
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Post by Cdr Jennifer Morgan on Dec 17, 2006 16:48:19 GMT -5
Tell her as soon as she's settled in to come to the bridge. Hopefully we will have a working console for her.
Just then several crewmen enter from the TL, and head for the Tactical station.
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Post by LtJG Ariel Wrenn on Dec 17, 2006 16:51:14 GMT -5
I'm on it ma'am.
Ensign, when your all settled in report to the bridge. Striker out.
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Post by rolyat on Dec 17, 2006 18:07:34 GMT -5
the scan shows more ships coming but i can not make them out and they are taking there time not showing that they see us or they just to see want we are going to do i will keep the scans up and see want they are going to do
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Post by kestrasuderhill07 on Dec 17, 2006 19:28:09 GMT -5
She taps the navigational keys on her console and approached the hangar bay of the Striker. As she was about to enter the force-field of the bay, she heard the officer on the bridge intruct her to report to the bridge as she when she has landed. A quick tap of her comm and she says, "Acknowledged, Bridge. I'll be there, shortly. shuttle out" Her fingers danced across her navigational console and she piloted the shuttle to a soft landing and starts shutting down.
A few minutes later she emerges from the shuttle and nodding to all who are in the shuttlebay, she makes her way to the nearest Turbolift
"Bridge", she would command the TL and she is whisked away toward her destination
A few minutes later, she finds her self stepping out of the TL onto the bridge. She looks around for the commanding officer. She glanced towards Ops and senses she was the one she spoke to as she came into the shuttle bay
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Post by Captain Damien Lucifel on Dec 17, 2006 20:56:06 GMT -5
Damien Walked out of his office, "Sorry about that Liutenant D'real whats the messege for me?" He Then Shifts his Attention to the toehr two, "Ensign Ariel Wrenn and Ensign Kestra Suderhill Welcome to my Ship the Striker."
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Post by Lt D'real on Dec 18, 2006 0:30:48 GMT -5
She taps her console.
You have a communication from Fleet Admiral Lucifel sir about the Strikers next mission. It's for your eyes only. I sent it to your ready room sir.
Her tone was direct, and lacked any emotion behind it. She looks upon all that is going about the bridge with some discontent.
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