All I Want For Christmas Is A Brand New Ship

Nathan Benjamin was always a fidgety, easily excitable boy. Never able to spend a lot of time in one place, or doing one thing, he’d always driven his parents crazy with his constant questions or misadventures. When he was little, he’d lived with them on his mother’s ship, the Galaxy Class USS Trident. The enormous vessel was an endless sourse of adventure for not only Nathan, but the other children on board. The tow headed youngster and his friends were constantly roaming the ship, and oft times getting into things that children had no business being into, Because of his insatiable curiosity, and adventurous spirit, Nathan often found himself on the bad end of one of his mother’s “talks”. Every time, she’d always end the lecture with four words. “Think about it… ok? She was a loving parent, and a revered Starfleet Captain.

Nathan sorely missed her. When asked about her, he rarely says much, and never commits to her being dead, always using words like “missing” or kidnapped.

His father, a brilliant, easy going Cardiac surgeon was the Chief Medical Officer on the Trident before her fatal encounter with the Borg. Nathan spent many days watching his father in the trident’s state of the art sickbay. Of course a lot of his time was spent in other areas of the ship too, but he liked sickbay the best. Ever the compassionate child, Nathan was fascinated by his father‘s work. Both Anisha and James encouraged him, and by the time he was six, He was already familiarizing himself with the various tools and instruments in the Sickbay. For his part, James allowed the boy unobstructed access to the medical areas and it was not uncommon to see him sitting in the corner watching his father perform surgery or some other medical procedure.

But the happy life that the three of them had was brought to an abrupt halt. On a routine mapping mission, the Trident encountered a Borg Cube. And, after sending a mayday to Starfleet, engaged them attempting to delay them until reinforcements could arrive.

But they didn’t come in time.

When the Fleet arrived, Trident, as well as the cube were gone, and all that was left was the ship’s Lifepods. At the time, James Benjamin was working in sickbay, and he was the only one of his family to get off the ship. Anisha Benjamin was either killed or assimilated, and Nathan was assimilated and taken to a fledgling Borg Outpost near the Regula Badlands.

Two years later, on a routine patrol, the USS Victory encountered a Borg Scout ship, which she followed back to a class M planet near the Badlands, where she saw something that no one ever expected to see again.

It was the Trident. She was assimilated, and all of the crew that wasn’t dead were Drones, or on other Borg Vessels, but the ship was unmistakable. Her registry and name still shone on the hull. Victory returned to Starbase 25 and reported her findings to Command, who immediately organized a fleet to engage the Borg at the reported coordinates. The fleet was led by none other than the Starfleet flagship, the USS Enterprise. Enterprise, along with several other vessels, including the USS Wolverine, and two new Sabre Class escort vessels. The fleet engaged the Trident and several scout vessels, destroying all but the Trident, which slipped away before the destruction of the transwarp gate. To date, the vessel has not been seen again. When the task force invaded the small outpost, they discovered a few aduly drones, and several neonatal drones resisting them. The adults were killed, but the children were saved, after being convinced that if they resisted, they would share the fate of the adults. After freeing them, and destroying the outpost with several barrages of Quantum torpedoes, the children were taken back to Earth.

Doctors from all over the federation were called in to assist in treating the children. Dr. Katherine Pulaski, serving as the assistant to the Chief of Starfleet medical at that time, spearheaded the effort, and a little over a year later, every child was released to their families, or the next of kin.

James had taken and extended leave to be with his son during this time, but was called back when the Dominion conflict heated up. When James went back to the Tomahawk, Nathan lived with his grandparents in on Cestus III. Already a very bright boy, the Borg implants, and the knowledge that they gave him, made him that much brighter, and soon he was placed in the accelerated program at Robert F Kennedy High school in Tampa. At 12 years old, he graduated form the high school as the class valedictorian and immediately applied for admission to the Computer Sciences Program at the University of Southern NotreDame. He was accepted, and took courses in their correspondence degree plan until he enlisted in Starfleet three years later

While he was working on his degree, Nathan shed the last of his Borg mannerisms and aside from the few scars on his torso, and the telltale occular implant around his left eye, you’d never know anything of his ordeal. He doesn’t speak of it, and if asked to, he becomes uncomfortable. Less so these days, but it remains a subject that he’d rather not get into.

When he enlisted in Starfleet, with a waiver from the Admiralty, and was sent to Fleet Basic Training in Orlando Florida. Upon completion of his advanced individual training, he was assigned to the USS Presidio as a Computer systems technician.

Putting the padd down, Senior Chief Petty Officer Sanya Cho looked up at the Hawking through the shuttle’s small view port. The vessel was smallish, and it’s mission suited the 49 year old single mother. Much like her new CO, she’d had her own tragedies in the past decade.

In one of the last engagements of the Dominion War, her husband, Lieutenant Ronnie Cho, the Yorktown’s Chief of Security was killed. Since then, Sanya had lived on Earth, raising her two sons, whom she and her late husband had sent home when the Dominion conflict broke out. A few months ago, a call form an old colleague had convinced her to return to Starfleet. She stood, and as was her habit, tugged at the front of her tunic. Her sons, fifteen year old Jimmy, and 11 year old Harry were sleeping peacefully in the rear compartment of the shuttle, sitting across from Hawking‘s Transporter Chief, Chief Petty Officer Min Lottz and his wife, Petty Officer 1st Class Lottz Janice, Sanya‘s assistant. Their Daughter, 12 year old Keru, sat stoically between her mother and father. Sanya walked over to the couple, smiling at Min as she approached.

“Read up on our CO?” she asked casually.

Min nodded. “I have. I understand you know his father?”

“I served with him on the Trident.” Sanya affirmed. “But I was transferred a year and a half before her encounter with the Borg. Last time I saw Nathan, he was 4 years old, and getting into more mischief than a Ferengi at a swap meet.”

Min nodded again. “I see. Well, then.. It looks like we are both sailing into the unknown. “ The NCO indicated his wife. “Have you met my wife, Janice?

Janice smiled, extending her hand. “I am pleased to meet you Chief. Looking forward to working together.” the slight Bajoran woman offered. Sanya took the offered hand and shook it.

“Likewise. And please, call me Sanya. “

A gentle smile played at the older woman’s lips as she broke the handshake. She glanced down at the little girl sitting between her parents. She hadn’t made a sound. “ And this must be Keru.” Sanya bent down until she was at eye level with the child. “Hello… I’m Sanya.” she said. The girl smiled weakly.

“I’m Keru.” she meekly replied, glancing at the front of the shuttle nervously.

“She doesn’t like shuttle rides I’m afraid.” Min piped up. “ She’s usually very outgoing though.”

Sanya smiled with the understanding that mothers often have for such things, and rose back to her feet. She was about to comment further, but was interrupted by the pilot.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ll be docking with the Hawking in a few moments. Please see that you have all your belongings and orders. “ The Ensign turned around, making sure that all the passengers had heard and acknowledged him. “And if your personal items are in the hold, you’ll need to wait at the airlock to make sure they’re all transported to your quarters.”

As the Hawking disappeared, and the view of Megiddo III took it’s place, Sanya stepped over to wake up her boys. Shaking Jimmy gently, she smiled as his eyes fluttered open and he looked up at her.

“Are we there?” He yawned.

She nodded. “Wake up your brother.”

“Ok.” the boy replied, pulling himself into a sitting position and running his hands through his messy black hair.

Sanya turned to go.

“Mom”

She turned back to regard Jimmy, who was now sitting, fully awake beside his still sleeping little brother. “what is it?” she asked.

“Is there gonna be anyone my age on the ship?”

“We’ll see,” she grinned, knowing of at least one person her son’s age. “we’ll see.”

Post featuring the following NPCs

Senior Chief Petty Officer Sanya Cho - Quartermaster, USS Hawking
Chief Petty Officer Min Lottz- Transporter Chief, USS Hawking
Chief Petty Officer Janice Lottz- Asst. Quartermaster, USS Hawking
Jimmy Cho- Civilian
Harry Cho- Civilian
Keru Lottz- Civilian
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01-1-2007, 10:59:15 AM #14
Pev
Executive Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: May 11, 2006
Location: New York, NY
Posts: 264
As the meeting broke up and the officers went their seperate ways, Pev called for the Captain, and any crew who wanted to remain, to wait for a moment.

Nathan paused and came back to the former Chief of Ops of the Knight, now Chief Engineer of the Hawking.

"What's up, dude?"

Pev smiled, showing his sharp teeth. "I have a surprise for you, sir. In honor of the new ship. I figured no one would mind, and besides, I'm Chief Engineer. Who's going to tell me I can't set the ship up any way I want to? Well, apart from you and Commander Jansen, anyway."

The little blue S'ti'ach scrambled up the side of the Astrometrics display, taking one more look at the three-dimensional portrayal of their destination (my find! he thought. I wonder if they'll name it after me? "Pev's Reach" has a nice ring to it!).

"Pev's Reach," he said aloud, smiling. Catching himself, he looked back at the Captain, embarrassed. "Sorry, sir. Just thinking aloud." Turning his attention to the controls, Pev's four arms entered a series of commands, and the display changed from the star field to something else. Sound filled the room from all sides, and the three dimensional display showed not the dotted sea of dark space, but a well-lit, green field, shown from the sky. On the field, humans in matching uniforms moved about, some with leather gloves on their hands. In the stands, people cheered, awaiting the beginning of the game.

"Dude!" exclaimed Nathan. "Is that…?"

Pev nodded. "Aye, sir. The Pioneers. I've set up a series of communication relays into the ship's computer. The games will be delayed, of course, as they're broadcast through subspace. But each game will be stored in the ship's computer, so you can watch them whenever you want. This one's a rebroadcast from last season, the Pioneers versus the Sea of Tranquility Tridents. I've even wired your command chair on the bridge to show the games on the display panel, in case you're on duty when they're playing. Just a way to say thanks for bringing me along, sir.

"What do you think?"
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12-19-2006, 12:06:34 PM #13
Alexander Williams
Civilian Liaison
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jan 14, 2006
Age: 32
Posts: 32
.: U.S.S. Hawking :: Astrometrics Lab :: 1240 Hours :.

An Astrometrics lab. Frivolous, Xander thought as he stepped through the doors to the quiet room. What the hell do they need this for? They can pull up all the info they need on any number of monitors, and they dedicate a whole bay to it. They could use this room for things that are infinitely more important, like quantum torpedo storage, or a secondary (or even tertiary) armory. One could never have too many of those…

"Captain Williams, I'm guessing?" queried a youthful voice ahead of him.

He broke out of his reverie and lowered his gaze from the concave ceiling to focus on the person that had spoken to him. A boy… With weird crap on his face… then it hit him. Borg implants. He'd never encountered a member of the borg before now, though he'd read enough about them and seen enough footage to be familiar with the carnage that they had inflicted. The boy standing before him was the captain of the vessel, Commander Nathan Benjamin.

Xander was momentarily stunned. He'd been told that Benjamin was young, but he didn't realize that the Commander was a teenager.

"It's Mr. Williams now, er… Sir. And I'd prefer Xander," he said once he'd finally remembered that he had the ability to speak. "Commander Benjamin, I presume?" Williams stepped forward and offered his hand.

Nate stepped forward to return the gesture, grinning. "Right you are, Xander, and welcome to the Hawking. I hope you're ready for a kick-ass ride. We were just determining the initial routes we might take on our voyage… Oh," he interjected upon himself, "introductions, right." He turned and gestured at the members of the assembled group, pointing them out as he went, ending with Master Chief Jackson, who was the only one to reach out and shook his hand.

"Sar, pleased to meetcha. I look forward 'tuh swappin' stories over a beer or five sometime…" This was a man with a mentality similar to Xander's, and he was sure he'd like him.

"That would be a good time, Master Chief, and I very much look forward to it."

The man simply nodded.

"Right, then," Nathan said, "somewhere around here is Ensign Pev, our Chief Engineer. He just wandered off for a second with one our civilian scientists…" he trailed off as he looked around. "Ah!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, "here they come now."

Xander was momentarily confused as they approached. All he could see were an older gentleman, civilian, and a kid. Which one's the Chief?

His question was quickly answered when Pev stepped into view from behind the two approaching humans.

"What the hell…" he caught himself saying aloud before silencing himself. He'd never seen anything like the diminutive chief engineering officer.

Stepping over to him, Xander looked straight down at the St'ia'tch, who looked straight up at him in return. Pev blinked once. "Hello."

Xander kneeled down in front of the being to look him in the eyes when he shook one of Pev's four appendages. "Alexander Williams. I apologize for my directness, but I find you… fascinating."

Pev blinked again and replied, "It's alright. There aren't many of my race around, and I'm certainly the only St'ia'tch in Starfleet. I'm used to it. I'm Pev."

Xander stood. "I'm pleased to meet you, Pev."

"Likewise," came the simple reply.

There was a momentary awkward silence, and Xander caught a bemused expression on Nate's face before the young man broke the silence. "Well, now that introductions have been made all around, can we continue?"

Pev spoke up. "Captain," he said, gesturing to the old man he'd walked up with, "we've verified the presence of the anomaly in sector seven that I mentioned previously, and if there are no objections, my vote is to head there first…"

.: U.S.S. Hawking :: Crew Lounge/Mess Hall :: 1400 Hours :.

For Xander, the meeting had been moderately interesting, but, truth be told, he was relieved to have been able to get away from it. He understood that he had duties to attend to under his new title of civilian liaison and that those duties required him to be present at sessions like the one he'd just come from. But he could also tell that his presence wasn't particularly necessary.

At the moment, he was taking a preliminary survey of the place that was to be his new domain while aboard the Hawking. He shook his head as he looked around. A few words came to mind when describing the room he currently stood in: spartan, utilitarian, and plain. It wouldn't be that way for long, he mused to himself, as plans for a remodel were already forming in his head.
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"The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves." -Carl Jung

"Worship the potato? The idea seemed silly to me. But then I thought, what else is more deserving of worship? It's simple, it comes from the earth, and it can kill you if you disobey it." - Jack Handy, Deep Thoughts

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12-18-2006, 08:07:27 AM #12
Pev
Executive Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: May 11, 2006
Location: New York, NY
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"No, sir!" replied Pev enthusiatically, excited that his idea seemed to have merit. Spatial anomalies were one of Pev's hobbies, though he didn't consider himself a specialist. He had read numerous articles while in the Academy regarding those unknown regions of space. Most engineers had; they'd been the bane of UFP ships practically since there was a UFP. Time jumps, dimensional rifts, even entire new forms of space had been discovered in such things, and many ships had been lost along the way.

Already the possibilites of this new ship were presenting new challenges, and Nathan and Mark were acting like a well-oiled unit, even before the ship had launched.

Pev listened attentively as the meeting continued, waiting for his opportunity to reveal his surprise to the captain.
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12-18-2006, 05:30:03 AM #11
Mark Jansen
Starfleet Officer
Space Station Megiddo

Join Date: Jan 20, 2004
Location: Netherlands
Age: 23
Posts: 34 "Sounds like a plan to me" Mark added to Pev's statement. "I couldn't think of a ship better suited for that job." He glanced at Nathan, to see his reaction. It looked like the boy saw something in Pev's plan.

"We'll ofcourse have to be perpared for anything" Nathan said. "If we encounter new species, they might not always be friendly" he said, while looking to Lieutenant Cochrane, who had joined them in the meanwhile.

She nodded, and understood what Nathan meant. It was standard procedure to be alert on first contacts, even though the federation had an exploring spirit, you'd never know what one would possibly encounter.

Meanwhile Michele had moved forward. The science chief accessed the station's science logs and downloaded all data available of the spatial anomaly. She was a beautiful young woman, as the ship seemed to be flooding with. She had just made lieutenant only a few weeks ago and the Hawking was her second commission. She used to serve on the USS Enterprise as sience officer.

"This anomaly doesn't look anything like the ones we have in the database" she started. "I think it will be well worth a look. The long range sensors only read high emissions of energy, there's not much more" she analysed the readings for the rest of the staff.

"Our main objective will be mapping the new area, but there might even be some new planets or species to find over there" Nathan explained enthousiastic.

"We'll have to prepare as much as we can here, and then we'll just have to go with the flow, in a matter of speaking" Mark added. "To us this is all new, and I know that it will be the same for a lot of you. I myself have mainly been on short range or tactical vessels. We have to benefit from those that have been longer on board here and the ones that have more experience. Use it to your advantage." he spoke while looking around the ones present.

"Well" Nathan interrupted the short silence that fell after Mark's words. "I think we're all clear on what to do in preparation to our departure then. Are there any questions so far?"
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I dream things that never were and say why not"
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12-15-2006, 12:36:10 PM #10
Nathan Benjamin
Commanding Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Dec 4, 2004
Location: Germany
Age: 27
Posts: 138
*Astrometrics Lab *
*U.S.S. Hawking *

  • 1230 hours *

After a short ride in the turbo lift spent hearing Pev’s modifications and the S.C.E.'s continuing modifications to a few of Hawking’s systems, and a brief walk through corridors filled with S.C.E. people and more than a few civilian scientists, Nathan, Mark, and Pev entered the understated, smallish cartography chamber known on board the Intrepid class ships as “Astrometrics.” As he entered, the boy scanned the room, noting its Spartan look. It was simple, and to the point. There weren’t very many aesthetic additions. A few workstations and chairs adorned the upper level as one entered, and a large concave viewing screen encompassed most of the forward section of the lab. The bulkheads and deck were either gray or white, and gave the room a sort of sterile clean look. It smelled of new carpet and plastic Nathan thought as he walked toward the center of the room, flanked by hid Exec and Chief Engineer. Already there was an older human male, a small boy, and the Hawking’s chief enlisted officer, Master Chief Pretty Officer William Jackson. Seeing the man brought an instant smile to the young commander’s face.

“Master Chief Jackson!” Nathan exclaimed as he offered his hand to the seasoned NCO. “It’s great to see you again.

Jackson nodded, grinning in his usual half cocked manner, which for him may as well Have been an ear to ear smile. He took the youngsters hand, offering a curt nod. “Sar… Happy to be here.. I heard y’all were fixin t’ get out there and cause some trouble. Figured I’d come along since you asked fer me.”

Nodding almost eagerly, Nathan replied “Oh yeah… dude… it’s awesome. We’ll be out there exploring the region.. Totally autonomous.. Just like Starfleet back in the day.. I can’t wait man.. And totally stoked that you came on too..” Nathan continued his rapid fire conversation by turning to indicate Mark and Pev, who’d stopped on either side of him. “Oh yeah.. This is Lt Commander Mark Jansen, our XO.”

Mark took the hand offered, and was surprised to see that the white haired Master Chief still had an iron grip. “Will Jackson . Good t’ meet ya sar.. I’ve read yer bio… glad to have someone with your experience aboard.”

“Likewise Master Chief.” Mark nodded.

“And this is Pev, our chief engineer.” Nathan interjected, indicating the diminutive Blue St’ia’tch with a nod. Jackson reached down, likewise shaking one of his offered appendages. “Good t’ know ya Sar… First St’ia’tch I’ve met so far..”

Pev flashed a sharp toothed grin as he shook hands with Master Chief Jackson. “I am honored to meet you Master Chief… I’ve heard about you from the captain.”

Flashing a coy grin at the young officer, Jackson chuckled. “Nothing too bad I hope.

The door slides open and T'Shaini enters the room, looks around and wonders for a moment if she is late.* 'Good afternoon sirs.'

Noticing the Vulcan counselor walk in, Nathan motioned her over. "Hey guys… This is T'Shaini.. she's going to be our counselor… I know you know Mark and Pev.. this is Master Chief Jackson… and uhh… " Nathan frowned thoughtfully. "I'm sorry" He said, referring tot he older civilian and the boy with him, who'd wandered over and was standing in the semi circle. "I forgot your name sir."

"Brahms.. Leonard Brahms.. and this is my grandson Tyson." the white haired scientist replied, extending a hand, which Nathan took. "It's a pleasure to be about here lad.. the Hawking s a fine vessel."

Nathan smiled, nodding. "Yeah… she's looking really great… have you been to the arboretum yet?"

Tyson's eyes lit up at the mention of the arboretum, and he nodded emphatically. "Oh yeahs… me and granddad have been there lots.. He likes the lady that works there… he said she's a smokin…."

"That's enough Tyson!" scolded the elder scientist. "At any rate… it's good to be here commander… I think we're going to do a lot of good for the federation out here. "

Nathan nodded, almost as emphatically as the younger boy had moments ago, and motioned toward the large Stellar cartography display hovering in front of and over the. "That's what we're here for today… just to get a rough idea of where we want to go and start our mission. There's just so much to see and so many places we can go… I thought it would be cool to just throw a few places out there

T'Shaini looked over at the Captain "Sir, if I might ask, how much are we going to need to be aware of the Dominion?"

Nathan shrugged. "Good question… the truth is, I don't know. We've had survey ships out here, and we've gotten a little bit of intel from some of the indigenous people… but really.. we don't know a lot. I can say that We don't have any issues with the dominion right now… so… hopefully none. We're not planning on traveling in the direction of dominion controlled territory… so… "

'Interesting, so what criteria are we looking for in our search?* I apologize if this is redundant, this is my first posting.* Systems to make first contact?* *Natural resources to mine?* Diplomatic overtures to extend?'

Nathan smiled. The answer to that question was simple. There were looking for whatever was to be found, New species… new sentient races to make contact with.. diplomacy… simple curiosity… all of it. Their mission was just to explore… seek out new life and civilizations… Nathan pointed to the huge display on the wall, indicating the whole thing. "All of it." He said with a sweeping gesture. "We're going to go out there and see what we can see, and meet everyone we can."

T'Shaini smiled at the Captains enthusiasm 'Well then, lets go….I yield the floor to whoever has an idea where.'

Pev leaned in to glance at the stellar cartography chart. "Sir, if you look just to the relative left of Sector 7A, there's a whole space there that hasn't even been mapped yet.* I say we head over there and find out if anyone's home!"* The Chief Engineer smiled.* "There's even a spatial anomaly that one of the outpost sensors recorded.* Surely that merits some investigation!"

:: Tag Mark, Xander ::

This has been a Joint affair with

Pev - Chief Engineer
T'Shaini - Ship's Counselor
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Commanding Officer
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12-14-2006, 07:30:01 PM #9
Alexander Williams
Civilian Liaison
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jan 14, 2006
Age: 32
Posts: 32
.: U.S.S. Hawking :.

Xander shuddered slightly as the transporter beam’s effects dissipated around him. He’d always hated that feeling, and one hundred years’ worth of advancements in technology had done nothing to ease his weariness.

His eyes were immediately assaulted by an intense, ultra bright light. Quickly raising his had to form a makeshift visor for his eyes, he yelped, “What the hell is going on? Are you trying to blind me?”

The light went out just as quickly as it had come on, and a young engineer wearing crewman apprentice pips stepped forward sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Sir, we’re trying to track down some bugs in this new lighting system we’ve put in…”

“Bugs, huh? No shit? I’ll just go down to sickbay and get my eyes replaced now,” he quipped sarcastically, making no attempt whatsoever to filter his language. I’m a civvy, now, I’ll say whatever the hell I want to say, whenever the hell I want to say it.

The crewman was momentarily taken aback at the miniature outburst from the older civilian gentleman that had just materialized in front of him. “Uh… I’m sorry… uh, Sir?” was all he could stammer before a familiar whisking sound signaled someone else entering the room.

“Capt…er… Mr. Williams?” a female voice asked.

He reached up and rubbed his eyes. When he dropped his hands from his eyes, he saw that there was actually a team of engineers in the transporter room, spread about the place. The crewman that had apologized was now making his way to a portable lift to access the lighting panels in the ceiling. Turning to get a look at the person that had addressed him, his eyes met the slender attractive form of a young looking security CPO. “That would be I. Me. Williams, I am,” he stumbled around the words, taken aback by this young woman’s eyes. They were stunning.

“I’m Chief Rodriguez,” she said as she stepped forward, shaking his hand and offering to take his bag for him. “I’m here so show you to your quarters.”

He pulled the bag from her grasp, insistent on carrying it himself. She simply shrugged slightly and turned away from him and headed to the door, saying, “Your gentlemanly act is appreciated, but today we live by a different set of standards. I was given a job to do in helping you with your bags and showing you to your quarters, and I have no problem doing that, regardless of the fact that I’m female.”

He was admiring her rear as they left the room and he replied, “I guess I’m simply from a different era. Different standards.” He was seriously wishing that female uniforms from when he’d joined Starfleet were still in use. Those legs…

“I know what you’re looking at, Mr. Williams. Know that I’m fully capable of defending myself from… inappropriate advances… if the need were to arise. I am a specialist in my field.”

Xander feigned offence. “Chief Rodriguez, are you insinuating…?”

She cut him off. “I’ve read your bio, and am familiar with the history of officers like you from your,” she paused for affect, drilling the next word into his skull and reminding him that even though he was physically only a few years older than she was, he could tack a century onto the total, “era.”

Williams was left speechless as they walked through the rough-edged corridors of then newly remodeled ship. She’d nailed him dead to rights. Damn, a challenge…He decided to leave it be for a while, and not talk for the next few minutes. After a while, he couldn’t help it, he had to talk to her. “Chief, huh? You run security around here?”

She shook her head. “No. I actually just came aboard from the U.S.S. Presidio a few days ago. My official rank is Chief Petty Officer. I’m referred to as ‘Chief’ due to my rank, not because I actually run a department.”

He knew that. Why the hell can’t I say anything to this woman that doesn’t make me sound like I just climbed off of the short bus?. “I see. My mistake.” He fell silent again.

A few minutes later, they had arrived at his new quarters. She stepped through the doors and quickly made her way around his apartment, filling him in on the details and perks of his new quarters. Once the mini-tour was completed, she excused herself and exited as quickly as she’d appeared in the transporter room. On her way through the door, she announced to him that he had a message waiting on his personal terminal at his desk.

“Wow,” he said aloud as he gazed at his surroundings. This civilian apartment was larger than his Captain’s quarters on the Aquila. After a brief inspection, he stepped over to his terminal. “Computer, open messages.”

”You have one new message.” came the disembodied voice. It was text, and it popped up onto the screen. He was being asked by the Captain to attend the senior staff meeting in Astrophysics. Ok, where the hell is astrophysics? “Computer, how do I get to the astrophysics lab?”

Moments later, upon receiving his answer from the computer, he was exiting his quarters on his way to the first staff meeting he’d been to since he left the Aquila.

He could unpack later.
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"Worship the potato? The idea seemed silly to me. But then I thought, what else is more deserving of worship? It's simple, it comes from the earth, and it can kill you if you disobey it." - Jack Handy, Deep Thoughts

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12-14-2006, 04:13:57 PM #8
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
Posts: 473
T’Shaini stood up from her meditation and looked around the room.

*sigh*

Until the ship was fully refitted she would have nothing productive to fill her time, even being underway was no guarantee.

‘I do hope the Captain considers the counselor to be an essential part of a first contact.’

She wanders over to her storage unit and looks through the small things from home with out which she would feel incomplete. The broken roof tile from the disasterous attempt to fly, her mothers chain, her father’s copy of Suraks teaching that he had given her when she told him that she planned on exploring the effect of emotions on the different races. She winced in memory of the long (even by Vulcan standards) lecture that had followed. Ahhhh, there it is…her guilty pleasure throughout her youth. Given to her by her older brother more as a joke than anything else after a dialogue about ‘who had more soul’ it had become her secret release. No trips to the Kolinar masters for T’Shaini, when anything began to surface she would simply retreat to her chambers with her favorite form of catharsis. She drew it out, stroked the smooth surface, smiled to herself as she said.

‘Computer, soundproof room please and play 'Run To The Hills by Iron Maiden' eliminate lead guitar track’

Swinging the strap of her electric guitar across her back she turned up the amp and started with a screaming C5 and lost herself in the music of a distant era.
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12-14-2006, 12:57:49 PM #7
Pev
Executive Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: May 11, 2006
Location: New York, NY
Posts: 264
On his way to the Astrometrics briefing, Pev was nearly bouncing with excitement as he joined the Captain and Commander in the turbolift, but not so much so that he didn't remember the surprise he had in store for his CO.

"Captain, I've made a small…modification to the ship. You can access it from pretty much anywhere, including your command chair."
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12-14-2006, 11:44:40 AM #6
Mark Jansen
Starfleet Officer
Space Station Megiddo

Join Date: Jan 20, 2004
Location: Netherlands
Age: 23
Posts: 34 "Computer, save changes to duty roster and dispatch amongst the crew" Mark said as he got his legs off his desk and sat straight up again. He put the PADD down and got up from his chair. Normally you could hear the soft humming of the ship’s engines, but all that Mark heard now were the engineering crews that were walking on the outside of the hull. Every step they took could be heard through the plating.

He walked over to where he put his duffel bag and picked it up. It was Mark’s personal stuff he wanted to put in his office. Some pictures from home and a relic orb he got from one of his teachers at the academy. He always put it at his work stations. The teacher that gave it to him said it would bring good luck. Mark never really believed in it, but the orb meant something to him and it had a nice look.

He took the orb out of the bag and put it near the edge of his desk. The next thing was a picture from his house. He stared at it for about 2 minutes before putting it up on the wall, behind the desk.

"Computer, open Executive Officer’s personal log and prepare to add a new entry" Mark said as he turned away from his desk and started walking to the console in the wall.

The computer made it’s oh so familiar ‘acknowledged’ bleeping sound and Mark could start recording.

"Executive Officer’s personal log. Stardate: 59935.7

We are currently still docked at Space Station Megiddo and are awaiting for the engineering teams to finish their work before we can undock. It’s estimated it will at least take another 3 weeks. The upgrades are coming on in a slow pace, since we're lacking the adequate number of engineers to perform the duties.

I have started making a crew roster, but it’s hard to make a final version since not all of the crew is assigned yet or has yet to report in.

Later today there will be a meeting with the captain and some other members of the senior staff. It will mostly be an informal talk about the ship, the new command and probably a few plans for a mission."

He paused for a second.

On the right side of the console he saw a blinking light, indicating an incoming message. Mark tapped a few buttons and it the message appeared. It was send by the station's operations department and was broad casted on all the station's channels. It was marked for XO’s and CO’s only.

Mark was froze as he scrolled through the message. His eyes grew in amazement.

A shuttle crashed in the shuttle bay on the USS Knight. There were two casualties but there were no names in the message. One of the casualties was heavily injured and one was dead. Chances are they were old colleagues. A lot of the crew stayed on the Knight, only a few came along or chose something else to do.

"Computer, stop recording personal log and save." Mark quickly said and waited, looking up to the ceiling as if he'd expected the computer there. It was something a lot people did. The speakers were in the ceiling it was common nature to assume a person is there where his voice comes from. And even though everybody knew there would be nothing to see, everybody did it.

"Personal log saved" Was the answer coming from the computer. It broke Mark’s concentrating look to the ceiling and he dropped his look to the console in front of him again.

Without hesitation Mark made contact with the Knight. He had to speak to Jordan. He had to find out who the two casualties were. After quickly tapping a few buttons the UFP logo soon changed into the pretty face of Captain Jordan Levi. Nathan’s successor on the Knight.

=/\= Mister Jansen, what a surprise? I though you would be busy with the new ship. =/\=

=/\= That we are. I just read a report on the accident on the Knight. May I ask what happened? =/\=

=/\= That is indeed a good question Commander. We're currently running and investigation. It might have been a accident but it seems unlikely. It seems as if the shuttle's power cut out. =/\=

=/\= Do you suspect sabotage? =/\=

=/\= Perhaps, but we won't know until the investigation is done. I'm sorry to cut this short Commander, but I need to get back to other things. Thank you for your concern. I shall send you a report when we're done investigating. I know you'll be interested in it's results.=/\=

=/\= Many thanks captain. Captain Benjamin and myself know a great deal of that crew and I for one am very concerned, after all, it used to be our crew mates. Jansen out=/\=

Mark entered a few commands and the channel was closed, immediately after that he tapped his combadge. He needed to inform the captain about this tragic accident, if he didn't read about it himself already.

=/\= "Jansen to Captain Benjamin" =/\=

=/\= "Go ahead Mark" Nathan’s voice sounded over the comm =/\=

=/\= "Captain, can we talk before our meeting this afternoon please. I have some important news" =/\=

=/\= "Alright, meet me in my ready room in 30 minutes, Nathan out" =/\=

The connection was closed and Mark was alone in his office again. After finishing up some final business he made his way to the captain’s ready room, but he was going to stop by the bridge first. A few matters needed to be taken care of.

*Bridge*
*USS Hawking*
*5 minutes later*

The turbolift doors opened and Mark stepped right onto the bridge where it was crawling with engineers. For these occasions crew members with a rank below ensign could enter the bridge as well, so there was almost not an uncovered area of the bridge. From the plateau on the back of the bridge where Mark was standing he could well overlook the engineering crowd and in the middle of them he saw the new chief engineer of the Hawking. Pev.

"Ensign" Mark called out while looking at Pev. A few other ensigns looked up as well, but they quickly understood they were not the one being addressed.

Mark walked down the ramp to the lower plateau.

"Good morning ensign, what've you got for me?"

Pev looked up from the beneath the Secondary Engineering workstation panel and rose. "Good morning, Commander! Everything here is moving along superly. As you can see, we've got a lot of work still ahead of us, but I feel certain that we'll be ready to go on schedule."

The blue S'ti'ach knew that outside of the ship right now, a team of structural engineers were checking sensor placements. It was a task he himself would never be comfortable doing. Not because he suffered the effects of claustrophobia some crew members reported on being encased in an EVAC suit, nor the vertigo associated with being in a gravity-free environment with no clear sense of up or down. Physiologically, he was simply not built for such endeavours. Which suited the fuzzy ensign just fine; structural engineering wasn't his chosen field of expertise anyway. Propulsion, engines, computers, that's where he shined, and why he had left his hunter-gatherer people to join Starfleet to begin with. Mathmaticians just didn't fit in as well in a family known for bringing their food down with their four clawed hands.

A red light flashed on the Chief Engineer's PADD, and he glanced at it with a frown.

"F…" he began, then checked himself quickly. Commander Jansen had been present at his last outburst of Marine-learned vulgarity, and had told him in no uncertain terms that such language was frowned upon, especially in front of one's superior officers. "…ine," he finished smoothly.

Glancing up at the Commander again, Pev noticed a concerned look on the man's face. "Is everything all right, sir?"

Mark changed his strict face into a smile. "Carry on Ensign, carry on" he said laughing as he turned away from the console, leaving the chief engineer dazzled behind. At moments like these, he could very well understand some one would react like that from time to time. It was funny to see how Pev thought of the meeting a few weeks ago. It was quite amusing. Maybe he had been a bit to hard on him there, and it was all back on the Knight.

When he almost reached the door of the captain's ready room he looked back over his shoulder.

"Ensign, do keep me updated on your progress please. I want to be able to keep the captain up to speed on how we are doing here." He said, before chiming the door. Pev nodded at Mark and continued his duties, as did Mark.

"S'Open!" it sounded. Mark turned his head back towards the door and could just see the last part of them slide into the walls. He stepped forward into Nathan's ready room.

"Captain" Mark said, greeting Nathan.

"Mark" Nathan answered. "What is it you wanted to see me about?" he paused for a second, seemingly waiting for Mark to reply "Coffee?" he then quickly added before giving Mark a chance to in fact answer his previous question.

Mark nodded and Nathan walked up to the replicator.

"Did you hear about the accident that took place on the Knight?" Mark started.

Nathan had heard about it, because the Knight was docked a mere 200 meters from the Hawking. He'd only heard that something had caused a shuttle crash.. and that there was one fatality.. but no more was broadcast over the Command net. The boy nodded as he leaned back in his chair with a short sigh. "Yeah dude… that sucks.. they haven't put much out yet about it though. I sent Jordan a consolatory message earlier."

"I had contact with her already, there's not much she knows either. She promised to keep me up to date though. I'm fearing it's one of our old crew" Mark replied to Nathan's announcement. The crash was as horrible as it was cloaked in mystery. Normally there were all kinds of fail save systems to avoid things like this.

Nodding, Nathan stood and grabed a few padds, shoving them into his backpack. "Well…I guess we'll have to wait and see.. i hope not though." the teen replied, slinging his everpresent green backpack onto a shoulder, and stepping around the big mahogany topped desk. " But hey.. are you ready for the meeting in Astrometrics? We're going to start charting our course for the next few months." Nathan couldn't stay somber as he though about the possibilities that lay before them, as his tone, and the grin creeping onto his face indicated. " I'm hoping our Civilian Liason, Mister Williams can be there too. but in case he's not here yet.. I invited the old guy scientist… I forgot his name."

"Yep, I'm ready, let's go" Mark said as he followed Nathan out of the office on to the bridge. When they walked over to the turbo lift Mark looked at Pev and he understood the signal. Mark and Nathan got in the lift and held it untill Pev joined them too.

"Deck 8" Nathan said as the doors closed.

JOINT POST WITH:

Commander Nathan Benjamin - CO USS Hawking

Ensign Pev - Chief Engineer USS Hawking

And a special thanks goes to:

Captain Jordan Levi - CO USS Knight

Thanks Jordan!!
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"Some men see things as they are and say why
I dream things that never were and say why not"
George Bernard Shaw

Special thanks to Terrah Yates for the signature


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12-13-2006, 12:37:22 PM #5
Alexander Williams
Civilian Liaison
USS Hawking

Join Date: Jan 14, 2006
Age: 32
Posts: 32
.: Earth :: Then :.

Williams stared blankly at the holoprojector as is steadily scrolled sports scores through the air above it. Dozens of planets and systems, each with a dozen or so different 'professional' sport leagues, contributed to the pool of information that the "ticker-tape" style viewer constantly spewed forth.

Setting down the glass he'd just pulled from the sink, he reached up with a soft cloth and gently wiped away a smudge he'd noticed on a wine glass hanging upside-down from a rack just above his head. Is was a slow hour for his bar, a rare thing in-and-of itself.

The Throwback was a popular bar on the outskirts of San Francisco that Williams had established upon his return to Earth and retirement from Starfleet almost a year ago. It was popular due to the fact that places like it simply didn't exist anymore. It was an old fashioned sports bar, walls stocked with memorabilia dating from the twentieth century on through today, with special emphasis on the sports of the twenty-third century. This happened to be a timeframe Williams was especially familiar with, due to the fact that he was born and raised during the previous century.

His career was a colorful one, riddled with acts of heroism, bravery, and dedication on the part of the spectacular crews that he had served with.

Unfortunately, it had also been filled with terrible tragedy. His first command, the U.S.S. Terranova, had been lost in a freak accident. A production flaw in the warp coil that had gone undetected had caused a rupture, resulting in the destruction of the ship and the loss of over thirty percent of the crew, including a close friend of many years, Ed Horatio.

Months later, his new command, the U.S.S. Aquila, on her maiden voyage, no less, became trapped in what they'd thought at the time was a nebulous anomaly that they had been sent to investigate just outside the Sol system. In actuality, it had been an alien race trying to trap another civilization into helping them with a crisis, a civil war. Upon realizing that the Aquila was not technologically advanced enough for their purposes, they were left in the rift when it was damaged by an exploding ship.

To them, they were only trapped for a couple of hours. Upon exiting the rift, they came upon the U.S.S. Amun-Ra. Her and her crew, captained at the time by Drawde D'Rinax, had rescued the the Aquila, who had been heavily damaged by the warring factions. Together, the two ships fought their way out and returned to Megiddo station.

The culture shock was unbearable for some, realizing that not only were they not in the Alpha quadrant, but they were a century into the future. A few members of the crew had committed suicide when they were unable to deal with the fact that the life they had was hopelessly irretrievable.
A few members pressed on with their lives and were incorporated into Starfleet after going through a 'reorientation' period. Williams and most of his command staff were included in this group and, after discovering that it had been decided to refit the Aquila and incorporate her into the modern fleet, they were allowed to have her back.

A short time later, the Aquila was embroiled in conflict again, this time to repel an invading alien race. The pressure had become too much for the man after this, and with little announcement or warning, Williams had returned to Earth and tendered his resignation to Starfleet.

He was now a civilian and, more or less, enjoying life. His bar was phenomenally successful, a very popular hangout for students and teachers alike from the nearby colleges and, of course, the Academy.

A song began playing over the sound system: "Tired of You," by the Foo Fighters, a twentieth and early twenty-first century earth alternative rock band from the North American continent. Almost all of the music that played here was from that time frame, thousands of songs hand-picked by Williams himself. It was his bar, they'd play what he liked. The kids from the Academy seemed to like it a lot.

Mouthing the lyrics as he went along, he topped off the bourbon in front of the lone patron at the bar, an attactive middle aged woman that he had suspisions of being less interested in the bar than of the man behind it. He kept their relationship professionally friendly, however, due to the fact that there was a tan line around the finger that a wedding band would usually be worn on. He had a sneaking suspition that the ring itself was in a pocket somewhere along those shapely thighs.

"Thank you," she said breathily, almost comically, as he poured.

He simply smiled and nodded and continued to mouth the lyrics to the song that had a driving beat that somehow managed to sound mournful at the same time.

He had just begun to come around the end of the bar to check on the two tables of studious local college students that liked to frequent his place during the slower afternon hours for relaxed study sessions when he heard the door open.

Glancing at the bar clock, which, traditionally ran twenty minutes fast (this was just for character affect in the bar, he knew full well each and every patron had or had access to a chrono that was accurate down to the nanosecond) he thought for a second that his evening bartender had made it in early for a change. His thoughts were dashed when he saw the Starfleet uniforms walk through the door. One of them was an Admiral - a Vulcan Admiral - and the other two were a captain and a lt. commander.

"You, I know," he said, gesturing to the aging Vulcan, a serious look worn on his face. "You two, I don't. And you all look way too formal to have business here. Are you gentleman lost?"

The group stood silent in front of him, the two humans looking slightly uncomfortable. The Vulan remained stoic and disspassionate, as usual. "Captain Williams, we've come on official Starfleet business…" the Captain began.

Williams held up a hand, his features hardening as he cut the younger man off. He was a Captain, but looked like a kid to Xander. "For starters, it isn't 'Captain' any more. Friends call me Xander. You can call me Williams."

The Commander took a halfstep forward. "Alex, we came with a proposition…"

"Only my mom calls…" he caught himself, "called me Alex. Her, and a certain firey red-head Admiral in the Gamma quadrant. You can call me Mr. Williams."

"Okay, Mr. Williams," the Captain began again, only this time he was cut off by the Admiral.

"Xander, it is unnecessary for you to be difficult. What we have come to ask you is important, but short."

This silenced Xander. He had last seen the Vulcan standing in front of him less than two years ago. Or, at least, what felt like to him was two years ago. This Admiral had been an ensign then, part of Xander's tactical department on the Terranova. Ensign Sandrek was a shining example of a young officer, even if he was a little stiff (even by Vulcan standards). This man had been on the bridge when Xander had been forced to issue the evacuation order. He hadn't been reassigned to the Aquila like a good portion to the rest of the crew, and, as such, he had been pursuing a career in Starfleet for over a century.

"It's good to see you again, Sandrek," Xander said, finally breaking into a smile. "You've grown a bit since the last time I saw you."

"That is a statement of the obvious, Sir, due to the fact that the last time I saw you was one hundred and two point seven six five standard years ago."

The accomanying officers glanced at eachother in surprise at the fact that the Admiral had refered to this mouthy civilian as 'sir.'

He then did something else that surprised them: he reached out to shake Xander's hand. A decidedly non-vulcan gesture, it was something that Xander and Sandrek had discussed over a meal in a much more spartan dining facility over a century ago aboard the Terranova. The Vulcan was curious as to the custom and why it existed on Earth, which became a very interesting experience when Xander tried to first explain and then to demonstrate. Sandrek was willing to learn the custom even though the physical contact with a human could be uncomfortable for a Vulcan. He did it simply because he was curious. What Xander didn't know was that his was the only hand Sandrek had ever shaken.

Xander's eyes narrowed. "What 'proposition,' which sounds more like a 'favor' or 'request,' could possibly be so important that they sent an Admiral to speak to a civilian?"

The Admiral gestured at and headed toward a table near the back of the restaurant that would be out of earshot to the students, who were curiously looking up from the stacks of PADDs strewn about their tables. The two officers followed them to the table.

"Captain Jones is my aide. Lt. Commander Alvarez was actually assigned the task of bringing this information to you. I became aware of the potential assignment and decided to," he paused for a moment, "supervise. And I wanted to see an old friend that I had thought lost until recently."

"I appreciate the sentiment," Xander smiled, but it quickly faded. "What do you want?" The question was directed at the junior officer present.

She took a glance at the Admiral, who nodded almost imperceptibly, before beginning. And then she told him. Starfleet wanted him back. As a civilian contractor, so to speak, he'd act as a liaison between the civilians and Starfleet personel aboard a vessel that would be a joint project between Starfleet and the United Federation Exploration Division. He'd be compensated handsomely for it, and it offered a change of pace. An exiting opportunity, when one thought about it.

He thought about it for all of two seconds before answering.

"No. No way, no how. I dedicated a good portion of my life to Starfleet, and what did it get me? More heartache and suffering than any human, hell, anyone period, should have to handle, not to mention their getting me me displaced in time, for christ's sake. And now they want me to be a civilian on one of their ships? The Starfleet I came from wouldn't dream of allowing civ's on a ship, and I tend to agree with them. And now you want me to be one? Are you out of your mind? I retired. People do that when they get burnt out on a career they've dedicated their lives to!"

He was beginning to get loud and the two officers that didn't know him began to look uncomfortable. The Admiral turned and dismissed them before Xander continued. "…And what good would I do? I'm a 'military' man at heart. What's to say that I wouldn't take Starfleet's side in any dispute?"

"I believe it would be the fact that you are a fair man, and the fact that in a short time, you've done a commendable job establishing yourself in the civilian workplace."

Xander snorted. "Yeah, slinging liquor, something I happen to like, to 'fleeters, pleebs, and college students. I set this place up out of nostalgic reasons. I wanted a hole in the wall so I could fall of into obscurity quietly. So I could enjoy the parts of my life that I could salvage. I lost the only woman I ever loved in the space of a couple of hours. At least it was to me. Do you know how hard it was to know that she grew old and died not knowing what happened to me? Only for me to return to Earth less than a decade after she passed?"

The Vulcan interrupted him by holding up a hand, and reaching into his collar. He pulled out a chain with a ring on it. "I do know, at least, what it is like to stand by and watch as person you…" he paused to keep his composure. Xander's eyes widened at the barely contained emotion eminating from his old Vulcan friend. "My wife was human, Xander. I watched her die, and now I have another century of life to look forward to without her."

The remainder of the rant Xander was planning dissappeared from his mind. In it's place was a void.

Sandrek silently tucked the chain away, his face, as usual, masking all emotion. The two fell silent for a long time.

After a while, Sandrek broke the silence. "The ship you would be on is the Amun-Ra," he unnecessarily went on, "the ship that pulled the Aquila out of that rift. It is going through a refit to accommidate it's new mission parameters."

He fell silent again for a moment before he dropped the bomb. "I was the one that suggested you, Xander. I know that it is something that you would do well with. It is a position that will help you heal."

Xander was stunned. He couldn't respond. His old friend was right, of couse, as Vulcans tended to be. "The Aumn-Ra, huh?"

The Admiral nodded.

"And you asked for me to be involved?"

The Admiral nodded again.

Xander looked around at his bar. He'd been giving some thought to selling it, anyway. It was getting more popular by the week, and crowds were not somethingh he wanted to contend with. Now he didn't have to. He'd bring his top bartender in as a partner and let him run the show for a while. At least while he tested the waters of this experimental setup on the Amun-Ra.

"Where do I sign?" he finally asked.

The Admiral stood. "Come with me."

As they passed her, he leaned toward the married woman at the bar and said the most to her he'd ever said at one time. "Give it up, honey. Go back to your husband. I'm shipping out."

She looked at him with an indignant expression before it changed to a hurt look as she looked down at her finger. She quickly climbed off of the barstool and left, reaching into her pocket and slipping the ring back on.

Xander nodded at his assistant, who was coming in as the woman left. "Gonna need you to lock up tonight, Efrain. I won't be back in tonight."

"Sure, boss," the twenty-something career bartender replied as he headed toward the bar.

A transport was waiting outside the bar. As they entered it, the Captain who was leaning against the outside of the transport talking casually to the Commander leaned toward her and muttered, "I wonder if the old man told him about the fact that his new CO is a teenager?"

.: Megiddo Station :: Now :.

Xander stood at the obsevation window, looking out at the U.S.S. Hawking, the new name for the ship he knew as the Amun-Ra. He'd been on a long range shuttle all the way from Earth, and he was sick of the travel.

He was filled with forboding. Every ship he'd set foot on had met a horrible fate.

Perhaps this time it would be different.

Turning, he headed toward the nearby transporter bay to transfer over to the ship; to his new life.
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"The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves." -Carl Jung

"Worship the potato? The idea seemed silly to me. But then I thought, what else is more deserving of worship? It's simple, it comes from the earth, and it can kill you if you disobey it." - Jack Handy, Deep Thoughts

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12-12-2006, 02:30:31 PM #4
T'Shaini
Chief Counselor
USS Hawking

Join Date: Oct 24, 2006
Posts: 473
T’Shaini takes one last look around her second ‘new’ counselor chamber in a little over a month and nods in satisfaction. A little thrill of excitement runs up her spine as she contemplates her immediate future. An exploration vessel…

‘Computer, do you have the chants of the monks of T’Panit?’

She sighs as the sounds fill the room. Walking over to her meditation area she sits crosslegged and lets her mind empty preparing for what should be the greatest adventure of her life.
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12-12-2006, 01:26:24 PM #3
Pev
Executive Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: May 11, 2006
Location: New York, NY
Posts: 264
TO: Captain Montgomery Scott
Starfleet Corps of Engineers Headquarters
San Francisco, CA
Earth

Dear Captain Scott,

I don't know exactly why I am sending you this letter, except that I have always admired the work you have done for Starfleet, and have looked to your teaching as an inspiration since I was in the Acedemy.

I have just been reassigned from the Chief of Operations position aboard the USS Knight, to the Chief of Engineering aboard the newly-renamed USS Hawking. She is an Intrepid-class ship, and a real beauty. Or mission will be much the same as yours was aboard the USS Enterprise: seeking out new life and new civilizations, and exploring the Gamma Quardrant as you and your shipmates did the Alpha.

This is why I joined Starfleet to begin with, and even though I have just made rank as an Ensign, I already feel I have learned much under Nathan Benjamin, the captain of both my former and current posting.

I guess the reason I am writing is to ask you if you felt as proud and nervous when you were promoted to Chief of Engineering aboard your first ship, and if you spent as many hours studying her specifications as I have the Hawking's. She is truly mesmerizing to me, and I will confess that I have spoken to her in private as if she were alive. I do not know why I feel I can trust you to accept that information without derision, save to say that somehow I think you will understand.

I shall close this message now, with a feeling of pride and dedication as I embark upon this new and exciting venture. I thank you for the teaching you left behind, and for the support, knowledge and wisdom you continue to provide the Starfleet Corps of Engineers, and hope to one day have the honor of meeting you face to face, engineer to engineer.

Respectfully yours,

Pev
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12-11-2006, 06:58:01 AM #2
Mark Jansen
Starfleet Officer
Space Station Megiddo

Join Date: Jan 20, 2004
Location: Netherlands
Age: 23
Posts: 34 It looked exactely how it was supposed to look. A room from about 5 by 4 meters with a desk with a chair behind it, 2 chairs on the other side for visitors, a command access console in one of the walls and a small replicator right next to it. Mark stood in the doorway with a duffelbag over his shoulder and looked into his new office. It was exactely as it was supposed to be according to the regulations. Stiff and standard. But that was about to change in the very near future.

Mark entered the office and the doors softly closed behind him. He walked straight up to the console and after entering a few commands he got the information what he was looking for.

USS Hawking crew compliment

Commanding Officer: Commander Nathan Benjamin
Executive Officer: Lieutenant Commander Mark Jansen

Fleet command had obviously already inputted the new crew. He quickly browsed through the rest and saw that Nathaly and Pev had reported in already.

Another crew member that came along from the USS Knight was a counselor. T'Shaini. Mark had met her once or twice. She reported in too at the chief medical officer. The drill of reporting in was just as standard as the entire decoration of his office. It was just a matter of following the chain of command, an officer reports in to his superior, the next goes to the department heads, they report in to Mark and finally he would take it up with Nathan if something was out of order. It made it sound like Mark was Nathan's secretary, but it was of course way different than that.

On the right side a few reports came in from the engineering teams that were flooding the ship. Every part was getting a check, a repair or an upgrade. Most of the primary systems were getting an overhaul, about 50% of them was even down, or running on backup systems. It would be at least another 2 or 3 weeks before they could get on their maiden voyage with this crew, but it would be well worth the wait. The vessel would be equiped with the most advanced technology and gadgets to make it worthwile for everybody on board.

After tapping a few more buttons the reports dissapeared and were replaced by a screen wide UFP logo. He put the duffelbag down and took a few slow paces towards the window while looking outside to the station. The Intrepid class wasn't a small ship, but compared to the station it was just tiny.

The Hawking was a vessel of exploration, so totally different from the USS Knight. The Intrepid class was not a warship, though it was very capable of managing a battle on it's own, it had in no way the firepower or manouverability the Knight has. The Hawking was built for space exploration, for science purposes and for research.

"To go where no man has gone before" Were often the first words that would come to mind when people talked about the pioneering spirit from the Federation and Starfleet. They were famous words of Jean-Luc Picard, captain of the Enterprise in those days. Nathan had this same pioneering spirit, especially towards the exploring of new worlds and species. If the two of them talked about it, Mark could well identify the eagerness of the youngster.

After a few moments of daydreaming he 'woke up' back into reality and turned around to his desk. As executive officer he was back in charge of the duty roster and since most of the crew was assigned, this would be as good as time as any to make a start with it. He still had a few hours before his appointment with the captain and a few others.
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"Some men see things as they are and say why
I dream things that never were and say why not"
George Bernard Shaw

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12-10-2006, 02:31:00 PM #1
Nathan Benjamin
Commanding Officer
USS Hawking

Join Date: Dec 4, 2004
Location: Germany
Age: 27
Posts: 138
All I want for christmas is a brand new ship!


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Captain’s personal Log Stardate: 59930.4

The Hawking is absolutely amazing! I’ve never been on an Intrepid class ship before. I got to go aboard for the first time today. I’ve spent a week looking at her through the windows in the docking ports. I gotta say, doing that, and reading all the specs… having meetings with the design teams and getting briefed all day just about every day has been just killing me.. The whole time I’m just thinking about what we’re going to find when we get out there. Admiral D’Rinax said that our mission is just to explore this quadrant. That’s it. He told me that we’ll rarely get orders from command, and that the only thing that I don’t have discretion over is treaties and binding agreements on behalf of the Federation. Other than that though, we’ve got free reign, which is really way out when you think about it. The Gamma Quadrant is almost a totally unexplored region. We’ll be meeting new people almost all the time, and probably encountering things that no one in the Federation has encountered before like… on a weekly basis.. Needless to say.. I'm totally hyped up over it.

** Space Station Megiddo
Guest Quarters
1000 hours **

“Computer, save log.” The young commander said as he hauled himself up off the deck in his dimly lit quarters. As quarters go, the stations was comfortable, but it wasn’t “his” quarters, and it certainly wasn’t home. But then… what was home? Cestus III? The Presidio? The Pathfinder? The Knight? Would Hawking be home? Would it feel like home? The Knight hadn’t ever felt like it.. And to be honest, Nathan was almost happy to leave her. During the return trip from the Freali debacle, Admiral Corrigan had sent the young CO orders to relinquish his command, and a set of orders to take command of the Hawking. The ship, formerly the USS Amun-Ra, was going to be used as a joint, Starfleet, and Federation Exploration division venture. The crew would be composed of mostly Starfleet, but there would be a sizable complement of civilians as well. Certainly an interesting, if not bold new idea.

After reading the mission directives, and being briefed by several people in and close to the project, Nathan found himself more excited every day to be a part of it. Stretching, the boy checked his chrono and walked over to the replicator. After collecting the bottle of soda, he walked back over to the desk that he’d been working from since arriving at Megiddo Station more than two weeks ago. Thus far, with a little over three weeks till the Hawking’s scheduled departure, Nathan had assembled most of his bridge crew, and met most of the civilian compliment. He’d yet to meet the chief medical officer, a Vulcan named Melar, or the Civilian Liaison, a former Starfleet captain Alexander Williams. After reading Williams’ bio however, and speaking with the ship’s assistant Chief of Security, a Lt. Cole Enneking, who’d served with Williams aboard the Aquila… the young commander was anxious to meet the man. Several of the ship’s senior officers and a few of the civilians would be bringing their families on board, which was another reason that he needed to speak with Williams. His shuttle would be arriving in a day or two.. Nathan decided that would be his first order of business once that happened.

But that wasn’t today.. Today was a meeting with his XO, and his Chief Engineer. Lt. Commander Mark Jansen, and Ensign Pev. He’d served with both of them on the Knight, and was happy to have gotten them to come aboard the Hawking. Pev was as excited about the ship as it’s teenaged commander. Mark was a little harder to get a read on, but Nathan surmised that since he’d been an XO in the past, and especially given his combat experience, and the boy’s own lack thereof, and apparent lack of competence in that department… that Mark would be invaluable. The man had already proven himself a good officer, and a quality person while serving on the Knight… so the chance to snap him up as the Hawking’s Exec was one that Nathan was very happy to get.

Checking the chrono again as he tossed the empty bottle into the waste receptacle, Nathan grabbed his U.S.S. Hawking ballcap off the sofa, along with his backpack, and headed for the door. He’d not worn a Starfleet uniform for almost three days now, and was still in civvies. Jeans, an untucked Pike City Pioneers shirt, and a NotreDame University sweatshirt. Not exactly a by the book ensemble for a staff meeting, but then… he wasn’t exactly a “by the book” type of captain either.

He’d scheduled his meeting on the Hawking, in the Astrometrics lab, to go over some of the places that their mission might take then in the first few months. Nathan, Pev, and Mark would be joined by the ship’s Security chief, and her new Chief of the Boat, Master Chief Petty Officer William Jackson. The gruff old enlisted man who’d worked as Nathan’s NCOIC when he was operations chief on Presidio. Another person that the boy was grateful to get. In the short time that he’d worked with the man, he’d been able to learn a lot. And with the lack of experienced Non commissioned officers in the Megiddo fleet, and in Starfleet these days in general, a leader like that would be great to have. Things were truly looking great for the ship, and her young Captain could not contain the enthusiasm he felt for the project every time he talked to someone about it. As he walked the corridors of Megiddo station on his way to the airlock, his javial, almost carefree demeanor just about said it all.

He was doing what he was meant to do… Explore. There could be nothing more way out than that.

Now if he could only figure out how to get Pioneers baseball on the Astrometrics display..

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