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PostSubject: Gabiel Sharpe/T'Vola - First meeting on the bridge   Mon Apr 02, 2012 1:30 pm

||USS Fenris
||Engineering>Bridge -- But mainly the bridge and all that good stuffies
||March 24, 2388
||0007

T’Vola had gotten the call to go to the bridge. After her friend had briefed her on the basics of what was going on during her brush with near death due to a lack of understanding on an outsiders part, she knew that this was one of the most unique and possibly even dangerous situations she had ever found herself in. She my have survived Talray’ without a lover to soothe the effects of the Pon’Farr like symptoms only to die a few minutes later protecting the ship. She almost smiled to herself as she walked into a turbolift and called for the Bridge – cleaning up her quarters was the least of her problems; as a damage control specialist, she fully expected her personal destruction of her own quarters to be masked by the various levels of dismay all over the ship. As the humans would say, there was a silver lining to this cloud. That is, if I survive, she thought to herself.

She rubbed her hands over her bony hips slightly. The Starfleet Uniform was form fitting to her skinny figure. Starfleet had a history of near-revealing uniforms for both men and women. Often times she could see the bulge of the men if they stood just right, and likewise, her uniform left little to the imagination until it tapered off to the actual over-coat portion of her uniform, which was probably one of the best ideas Starfleet ever had. As an Engineer, she knew that Starfleet had a thing for keeping standard thermostat/environmental settings to about 75 degrees Fahrenheit. It was just the right temperature to keep an officer awake from discomfort if they had nothing to do but sit still and monitor a console.

So the jackets – were a great idea.

The one thing she wished they still developed, however, were pockets for the uniform. She had left her personal chronometer somewhere in her quarters amongst the debris. She took a mental not of the time and assumed she had a good four hours before she needed another fix again. Only ten minutes had went by since she had to fight her way through Talray’ and her throat was already beginning to go dry. She probably had much less time than usual because she had to resort to violence to overcome the condition instead of the traditional mating. She caught herself grinding her back molars back and fourth just before the turbolift slowed and the doors opened to the bridge.

Was that emotion I was feeling,” T’Vola thought to herself as she stepped into the room filled with the low hum of high power usage, and computer beeps. Get a hold of yourself, T’Vola. She took a deep breath and guessed that keeping track of a personal chronometer was not going to cut it this time. She found a bead of sweat sneaking past her eyebrow and she quickly wiped it away.

Shit... She thought.

She felt her toes curl in her shoes already. She went straight to the nearest replicator and demanded water from it. She downed the glass and had it refilled three times before she felt the cramps in her feet subside. She refilled the glass once more before turning to the center of the bridge. The crew probably never saw a Vulcan run on the bridge before. She took another sip of water and then held the glass by her side.

“May I help you?” She said to a few onlookers in general. She said it in her usual Vulcan calm but deep down, she was wanting to either rip people apart or find the most suitable mate. She put the glass back on the replicator tray and closed her eyes once she had her back to everyone. She took a deep breath while she sent the glass of water back into the transporter buffer to be recycled. She then turned around after convincing herself that she could keep up the act. She thought, she could either find someone for a few minutes, or go back to her quarters and fight through it for a quick fix. All she needed was an extra hour’s worth of a fix and she would be just fine, or so she thought. Fighting through it just didn’t do the trick for her; in the back of her mind, she knew that but she ignored it.

We’re on alert and I just have to deal with it, she thought. Suck it up.

Despite the war of self control raging deep within, she kept an outer veil of discipline and standard Vulcan coldness about her personae’ as she approached the man nearest the captains seat. She clasped her hands behind the small of her slender back and looked up at him with her dark eyes.

“T’Vola, reporting as ordered sir,” she said in her Vulcan trademark emotionless voice.

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PostSubject: Re: Gabiel Sharpe/T'Vola - First meeting on the bridge   Mon Apr 02, 2012 4:55 pm

||USS Fenris
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||March 24, 2388
||0007

T’Vola had gotten the call to go to the bridge. After her friend had briefed her on the basics of what was going on during her brush with near death due to a lack of understanding on an outsiders part, she knew that this was one of the most unique and possibly even dangerous situations she had ever found herself in. She my have survived Talray’ without a lover to soothe the effects of the Pon’Farr like symptoms only to die a few minutes later protecting the ship. She almost smiled to herself as she walked into a turbolift and called for the Bridge – cleaning up her quarters was the least of her problems; as a damage control specialist, she fully expected her personal destruction of her own quarters to be masked by the various levels of dismay all over the ship. As the humans would say, there was a silver lining to this cloud. That is, if I survive, she thought to herself.

She rubbed her hands over her bony hips slightly. The Starfleet Uniform was form fitting to her skinny figure. Starfleet had a history of near-revealing uniforms for both men and women. Often times she could see the bulge of the men if they stood just right, and likewise, her uniform left little to the imagination until it tapered off to the actual over-coat portion of her uniform, which was probably one of the best ideas Starfleet ever had. As an Engineer, she knew that Starfleet had a thing for keeping standard thermostat/environmental settings to about 75 degrees Fahrenheit. It was just the right temperature to keep an officer awake from discomfort if they had nothing to do but sit still and monitor a console.

So the jackets – were a great idea.

The one thing she wished they still developed, however, were pockets for the uniform. She had left her personal chronometer somewhere in her quarters amongst the debris. She took a mental not of the time and assumed she had a good four hours before she needed another fix again. Only ten minutes had went by since she had to fight her way through Talray’ and her throat was already beginning to go dry. She probably had much less time than usual because she had to resort to violence to overcome the condition instead of the traditional mating. She caught herself grinding her back molars back and fourth just before the turbolift slowed and the doors opened to the bridge.

Was that emotion I was feeling,” T’Vola thought to herself as she stepped into the room filled with the low hum of high power usage, and computer beeps. Get a hold of yourself, T’Vola. She took a deep breath and guessed that keeping track of a personal chronometer was not going to cut it this time. She found a bead of sweat sneaking past her eyebrow and she quickly wiped it away.

Shit... She thought.

She felt her toes curl in her shoes already. She went straight to the nearest replicator and demanded water from it. She downed the glass and had it refilled three times before she felt the cramps in her feet subside. She refilled the glass once more before turning to the center of the bridge. The crew probably never saw a Vulcan run on the bridge before. She took another sip of water and then held the glass by her side.

“May I help you?” She said to a few onlookers in general. She said it in her usual Vulcan calm but deep down, she was wanting to either rip people apart or find the most suitable mate. She put the glass back on the replicator tray and closed her eyes once she had her back to everyone. She took a deep breath while she sent the glass of water back into the transporter buffer to be recycled. She then turned around after convincing herself that she could keep up the act. She thought, she could either find someone for a few minutes, or go back to her quarters and fight through it for a quick fix. All she needed was an extra hour’s worth of a fix and she would be just fine, or so she thought. Fighting through it just didn’t do the trick for her; in the back of her mind, she knew that but she ignored it.

We’re on alert and I just have to deal with it, she thought. Suck it up.

Despite the war of self control raging deep within, she kept an outer veil of discipline and standard Vulcan coldness about her personae’ as she approached the man nearest the captains seat. She clasped her hands behind the small of her slender back and looked up at him with her dark eyes.

“T’Vola, reporting as ordered sir,” she said in her Vulcan trademark emotionless voice.

Gabe turned slowly as he came up with the last few parts of his plan, his migraine still hitting him like a hammer, though he did his best to keep the pain from his face.

Modification to deflector will only be short term, 30 to 45 minutes before feedback renders it inoperable. He calcuated as the Ensign stepped onto the bridge, I really hope this works.

"Ah well timed Ensign. Your peronal file states your an EVA expert and that's exactly what i need for this little job. Outside we have a class 11 ion storm, too much for even this ship to handle safely." He started, folding his arms across his chest, "Now we need to get in there and grab one of the storm generators one way or another and i have a plan."

Gabe turned and stepped towards the engineering station at the back of the Bridge, calling up a cross section of the Navigational Deflector.

"Now i need ya to do is take a small team, 2 or 3 others, head out to the deflector and modify it to fire a controlled Paratrinic pulse. I'd go myself but i'm currently acting CO, thus i'm needed on the Bridge for the time being."

He handed T'Vola a PADD, "This is a list of the top 5 EVA engineers on the ship, yourself excluded, feel free to choose your own team."

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PostSubject: Re: Gabiel Sharpe/T'Vola - First meeting on the bridge   Mon Apr 02, 2012 5:03 pm

||USS Fenris
||Engineering>Bridge
||March 24, 2388
||0007

T’Vola had gotten the call to go to the bridge. After her friend had briefed her on the basics of what was going on during her brush with near death due to a lack of understanding on an outsiders part, she knew that this was one of the most unique and possibly even dangerous situations she had ever found herself in. She my have survived Talray’ without a lover to soothe the effects of the Pon’Farr like symptoms only to die a few minutes later protecting the ship. She almost smiled to herself as she walked into a turbolift and called for the Bridge – cleaning up her quarters was the least of her problems; as a damage control specialist, she fully expected her personal destruction of her own quarters to be masked by the various levels of dismay all over the ship. As the humans would say, there was a silver lining to this cloud. That is, if I survive, she thought to herself.

She rubbed her hands over her bony hips slightly. The Starfleet Uniform was form fitting to her skinny figure. Starfleet had a history of near-revealing uniforms for both men and women. Often times she could see the bulge of the men if they stood just right, and likewise, her uniform left little to the imagination until it tapered off to the actual over-coat portion of her uniform, which was probably one of the best ideas Starfleet ever had. As an Engineer, she knew that Starfleet had a thing for keeping standard thermostat/environmental settings to about 75 degrees Fahrenheit. It was just the right temperature to keep an officer awake from discomfort if they had nothing to do but sit still and monitor a console.

So the jackets – were a great idea.

The one thing she wished they still developed, however, were pockets for the uniform. She had left her personal chronometer somewhere in her quarters amongst the debris. She took a mental not of the time and assumed she had a good four hours before she needed another fix again. Only ten minutes had went by since she had to fight her way through Talray’ and her throat was already beginning to go dry. She probably had much less time than usual because she had to resort to violence to overcome the condition instead of the traditional mating. She caught herself grinding her back molars back and fourth just before the turbolift slowed and the doors opened to the bridge.

Was that emotion I was feeling,” T’Vola thought to herself as she stepped into the room filled with the low hum of high power usage, and computer beeps. Get a hold of yourself, T’Vola. She took a deep breath and guessed that keeping track of a personal chronometer was not going to cut it this time. She found a bead of sweat sneaking past her eyebrow and she quickly wiped it away.

Shit... She thought.

She felt her toes curl in her shoes already. She went straight to the nearest replicator and demanded water from it. She downed the glass and had it refilled three times before she felt the cramps in her feet subside. She refilled the glass once more before turning to the center of the bridge. The crew probably never saw a Vulcan run on the bridge before. She took another sip of water and then held the glass by her side.

“May I help you?” She said to a few onlookers in general. She said it in her usual Vulcan calm but deep down, she was wanting to either rip people apart or find the most suitable mate. She put the glass back on the replicator tray and closed her eyes once she had her back to everyone. She took a deep breath while she sent the glass of water back into the transporter buffer to be recycled. She then turned around after convincing herself that she could keep up the act. She thought, she could either find someone for a few minutes, or go back to her quarters and fight through it for a quick fix. All she needed was an extra hour’s worth of a fix and she would be just fine, or so she thought. Fighting through it just didn’t do the trick for her; in the back of her mind, she knew that but she ignored it.

We’re on alert and I just have to deal with it, she thought. Suck it up.

Despite the war of self control raging deep within, she kept an outer veil of discipline and standard Vulcan coldness about her personae’ as she approached the man nearest the captains seat. She clasped her hands behind the small of her slender back and looked up at him with her dark eyes.

“T’Vola, reporting as ordered sir,” she said in her Vulcan trademark emotionless voice.

Gabe turned slowly as he came up with the last few parts of his plan, his migraine still hitting him like a hammer, though he did his best to keep the pain from his face.

Modification to deflector will only be short term, 30 to 45 minutes before feedback renders it inoperable. He calcuated as the Ensign stepped onto the bridge, I really hope this works.

"Ah well timed Ensign. Your personal file states you’re an EVA expert and that's exactly what I need for this little job. Outside we have a class 11 ion storm, too much for even this ship to handle safely." He started, folding his arms across his chest, "Now we need to get in there and grab one of the storm generators one way or another and I have a plan."

Gabe turned and stepped towards the engineering station at the back of the Bridge, calling up a cross section of the Navigational Deflector.

"Now what I need ya to do is take a small team, two or three others, head out to the deflector and modify it to fire a controlled Paratrinic pulse. I'd go myself but I'm currently acting CO, thus I'm needed on the Bridge for the time being."

He handed T'Vola a PADD, "This is a list of the top 5 EVA engineers on the ship, yourself excluded, feel free to choose your own team."

T’Vola looked over the list and nodded.
“An agreeable compilation of capable Engineers,” she said. “I’ll take two others to minimize the casualties in case we are caught by a surge while out there and have a second team ready to continue where we left off in case we cannot finish the job. Is there anything else, sir?”
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PostSubject: Re: Gabiel Sharpe/T'Vola - First meeting on the bridge   Mon Apr 02, 2012 5:20 pm

||USS Fenris
||Engineering>Bridge
||March 24, 2388
||0007

T’Vola had gotten the call to go to the bridge. After her friend had briefed her on the basics of what was going on during her brush with near death due to a lack of understanding on an outsiders part, she knew that this was one of the most unique and possibly even dangerous situations she had ever found herself in. She my have survived Talray’ without a lover to soothe the effects of the Pon’Farr like symptoms only to die a few minutes later protecting the ship. She almost smiled to herself as she walked into a turbolift and called for the Bridge – cleaning up her quarters was the least of her problems; as a damage control specialist, she fully expected her personal destruction of her own quarters to be masked by the various levels of dismay all over the ship. As the humans would say, there was a silver lining to this cloud. That is, if I survive, she thought to herself.

She rubbed her hands over her bony hips slightly. The Starfleet Uniform was form fitting to her skinny figure. Starfleet had a history of near-revealing uniforms for both men and women. Often times she could see the bulge of the men if they stood just right, and likewise, her uniform left little to the imagination until it tapered off to the actual over-coat portion of her uniform, which was probably one of the best ideas Starfleet ever had. As an Engineer, she knew that Starfleet had a thing for keeping standard thermostat/environmental settings to about 75 degrees Fahrenheit. It was just the right temperature to keep an officer awake from discomfort if they had nothing to do but sit still and monitor a console.

So the jackets – were a great idea.

The one thing she wished they still developed, however, were pockets for the uniform. She had left her personal chronometer somewhere in her quarters amongst the debris. She took a mental not of the time and assumed she had a good four hours before she needed another fix again. Only ten minutes had went by since she had to fight her way through Talray’ and her throat was already beginning to go dry. She probably had much less time than usual because she had to resort to violence to overcome the condition instead of the traditional mating. She caught herself grinding her back molars back and fourth just before the turbolift slowed and the doors opened to the bridge.

Was that emotion I was feeling,” T’Vola thought to herself as she stepped into the room filled with the low hum of high power usage, and computer beeps. Get a hold of yourself, T’Vola. She took a deep breath and guessed that keeping track of a personal chronometer was not going to cut it this time. She found a bead of sweat sneaking past her eyebrow and she quickly wiped it away.

Shit... She thought.

She felt her toes curl in her shoes already. She went straight to the nearest replicator and demanded water from it. She downed the glass and had it refilled three times before she felt the cramps in her feet subside. She refilled the glass once more before turning to the center of the bridge. The crew probably never saw a Vulcan run on the bridge before. She took another sip of water and then held the glass by her side.

“May I help you?” She said to a few onlookers in general. She said it in her usual Vulcan calm but deep down, she was wanting to either rip people apart or find the most suitable mate. She put the glass back on the replicator tray and closed her eyes once she had her back to everyone. She took a deep breath while she sent the glass of water back into the transporter buffer to be recycled. She then turned around after convincing herself that she could keep up the act. She thought, she could either find someone for a few minutes, or go back to her quarters and fight through it for a quick fix. All she needed was an extra hour’s worth of a fix and she would be just fine, or so she thought. Fighting through it just didn’t do the trick for her; in the back of her mind, she knew that but she ignored it.

We’re on alert and I just have to deal with it, she thought. Suck it up.

Despite the war of self control raging deep within, she kept an outer veil of discipline and standard Vulcan coldness about her personae’ as she approached the man nearest the captains seat. She clasped her hands behind the small of her slender back and looked up at him with her dark eyes.

“T’Vola, reporting as ordered sir,” she said in her Vulcan trademark emotionless voice.

Gabe turned slowly as he came up with the last few parts of his plan, his migraine still hitting him like a hammer, though he did his best to keep the pain from his face.

Modification to deflector will only be short term, 30 to 45 minutes before feedback renders it inoperable. He calcuated as the Ensign stepped onto the bridge, I really hope this works.

"Ah well timed Ensign. Your personal file states you’re an EVA expert and that's exactly what I need for this little job. Outside we have a class 11 ion storm, too much for even this ship to handle safely." He started, folding his arms across his chest, "Now we need to get in there and grab one of the storm generators one way or another and I have a plan."

Gabe turned and stepped towards the engineering station at the back of the Bridge, calling up a cross section of the Navigational Deflector.

"Now what I need ya to do is take a small team, two or three others, head out to the deflector and modify it to fire a controlled Paratrinic beam. I'd go myself but I'm currently acting CO, thus I'm needed on the Bridge for the time being."

He handed T'Vola a PADD, "This is a list of the top 5 EVA engineers on the ship, yourself excluded, feel free to choose your own team."

T’Vola looked over the list and nodded.

“An agreeable compilation of capable Engineers,” she said. “I’ll take two others to minimize the casualties in case we are caught by a surge while out there and have a second team ready to continue where we left off in case we cannot finish the job. Is there anything else, sir?”

"Indeed. The modifictions are only phase one of the plan. As i said i want one of those things, the other 4 i plan to destroy if possible but I'm sure we'll think of something. Once the beam is active we'll have 30 to 45 minutes before the deflector overloads, it wasn't exactly designed to do what we plan to do. Now in that timeframe i want you and your people to head into the storm and grab one of those generators, you'll be protected as long as you stay inside the beam, outside it... well straying outside the beam is not a good idea, that storm'll burn your suits out in about 2 seconds. Grab it and get back here ASAP, i don't to risk my people anymore then i have too. Any questions Ensign?"

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PostSubject: Re: Gabiel Sharpe/T'Vola - First meeting on the bridge   Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:34 pm

||USS Fenris
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||March 24, 2388
||0007

T’Vola had gotten the call to go to the bridge. After her friend had briefed her on the basics of what was going on during her brush with near death due to a lack of understanding on an outsiders part, she knew that this was one of the most unique and possibly even dangerous situations she had ever found herself in. She my have survived Talray’ without a lover to soothe the effects of the Pon’Farr like symptoms only to die a few minutes later protecting the ship. She almost smiled to herself as she walked into a turbolift and called for the Bridge – cleaning up her quarters was the least of her problems; as a damage control specialist, she fully expected her personal destruction of her own quarters to be masked by the various levels of dismay all over the ship. As the humans would say, there was a silver lining to this cloud. That is, if I survive, she thought to herself.

She rubbed her hands over her bony hips slightly. The Starfleet Uniform was form fitting to her skinny figure. Starfleet had a history of near-revealing uniforms for both men and women. Often times she could see the bulge of the men if they stood just right, and likewise, her uniform left little to the imagination until it tapered off to the actual over-coat portion of her uniform, which was probably one of the best ideas Starfleet ever had. As an Engineer, she knew that Starfleet had a thing for keeping standard thermostat/environmental settings to about 75 degrees Fahrenheit. It was just the right temperature to keep an officer awake from discomfort if they had nothing to do but sit still and monitor a console.

So the jackets – were a great idea.

The one thing she wished they still developed, however, were pockets for the uniform. She had left her personal chronometer somewhere in her quarters amongst the debris. She took a mental not of the time and assumed she had a good four hours before she needed another fix again. Only ten minutes had went by since she had to fight her way through Talray’ and her throat was already beginning to go dry. She probably had much less time than usual because she had to resort to violence to overcome the condition instead of the traditional mating. She caught herself grinding her back molars back and fourth just before the turbolift slowed and the doors opened to the bridge.

Was that emotion I was feeling,” T’Vola thought to herself as she stepped into the room filled with the low hum of high power usage, and computer beeps. Get a hold of yourself, T’Vola. She took a deep breath and guessed that keeping track of a personal chronometer was not going to cut it this time. She found a bead of sweat sneaking past her eyebrow and she quickly wiped it away.

Shit... She thought.

She felt her toes curl in her shoes already. She went straight to the nearest replicator and demanded water from it. She downed the glass and had it refilled three times before she felt the cramps in her feet subside. She refilled the glass once more before turning to the center of the bridge. The crew probably never saw a Vulcan run on the bridge before. She took another sip of water and then held the glass by her side.

“May I help you?” She said to a few onlookers in general. She said it in her usual Vulcan calm but deep down, she was wanting to either rip people apart or find the most suitable mate. She put the glass back on the replicator tray and closed her eyes once she had her back to everyone. She took a deep breath while she sent the glass of water back into the transporter buffer to be recycled. She then turned around after convincing herself that she could keep up the act. She thought, she could either find someone for a few minutes, or go back to her quarters and fight through it for a quick fix. All she needed was an extra hour’s worth of a fix and she would be just fine, or so she thought. Fighting through it just didn’t do the trick for her; in the back of her mind, she knew that but she ignored it.

We’re on alert and I just have to deal with it, she thought. Suck it up.

Despite the war of self control raging deep within, she kept an outer veil of discipline and standard Vulcan coldness about her personae’ as she approached the man nearest the captains seat. She clasped her hands behind the small of her slender back and looked up at him with her dark eyes.

“T’Vola, reporting as ordered sir,” she said in her Vulcan trademark emotionless voice.

Gabe turned slowly as he came up with the last few parts of his plan, his migraine still hitting him like a hammer, though he did his best to keep the pain from his face.

Modification to deflector will only be short term, 30 to 45 minutes before feedback renders it inoperable. He calcuated as the Ensign stepped onto the bridge, I really hope this works.

"Ah well timed Ensign. Your personal file states you’re an EVA expert and that's exactly what I need for this little job. Outside we have a class 11 ion storm, too much for even this ship to handle safely." He started, folding his arms across his chest, "Now we need to get in there and grab one of the storm generators one way or another and I have a plan."

Gabe turned and stepped towards the engineering station at the back of the Bridge, calling up a cross section of the Navigational Deflector.

"Now what I need ya to do is take a small team, two or three others, head out to the deflector and modify it to fire a controlled Paratrinic beam. I'd go myself but I'm currently acting CO, thus I'm needed on the Bridge for the time being."

He handed T'Vola a PADD, "This is a list of the top 5 EVA engineers on the ship, yourself excluded, feel free to choose your own team."

T’Vola looked over the list and nodded.

“An agreeable compilation of capable Engineers,” she said. “I’ll take two others to minimize the casualties in case we are caught by a surge while out there and have a second team ready to continue where we left off in case we cannot finish the job. Is there anything else, sir?”

"Indeed. The modifictions are only phase one of the plan. As i said i want one of those things, the other 4 i plan to destroy if possible but I'm sure we'll think of something. Once the beam is active we'll have 30 to 45 minutes before the deflector overloads, it wasn't exactly designed to do what we plan to do. Now in that timeframe i want you and your people to head into the storm and grab one of those generators, you'll be protected as long as you stay inside the beam, outside it... well straying outside the beam is not a good idea, that storm'll burn your suits out in about 2 seconds. Grab it and get back here ASAP, i don't to risk my people anymore then i have too. Any questions Ensign?"

“It sounds like a logical plan to me, sir. There are no further questions that I can contemplate bringing to your attention at this time,” T’Vola said while wiping the back of her hands on her uniform jacket in hopes that nobody noticed her perspiring. All she wanted to do was get off of the bridge, and start working before the pain got too much to bare. She took the PADD and walked toward the turbolift doors.
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