March 2006 - Post Selection (2)
ON : Another Day
Date: 238202.06
Time: 08.20 Scene: Conference Hall, Deck 5
Algernon Braket(npc) an important man among diplomats, was a name that seemed vaguely familar to Lars, as he sat at the head of the large oval table, contemplating the arrival of the dignitaries that he was to transport to Starbase Dyerma IV in the Hydrozene Star System. Of course, he thought to himself, he could be wrong, but there again it wasn't a name that could easily be forgotten.
He glanced around the spacious room, his eyes taking in its clean sparkling surfaces and orderly appearance, a place that was certainly well suited to the demands that would be made upon it by the group of dignitaries who would soon be arriving on board the DM. A brief smile indicated his approval, whereby he made a mental note to thank the Ops department for their timely efforts.
Lars momentarily thought about a previous diplomatic encounter, one that had involved a number of dignitaries he had come across at an earlier date in his career. This time, things had not gone so well, despite all that he had done to avoid a conflict. He hoped that he had learnt a lesson from his mistakes, and on this occasion, everything would run a whole lot smoother and without any incidents developing for whatever reason.
He was suddenly interrupted in his train of thought by the sound of his commlink bursting into life. +Tap+ "Persson here." He replied, wondering what it was that someone wanted from him.
+"I'm sorry to interupt you at this time Captain, but I need to advise you of the arrival of the JAG officer, a certain Lt Aspinal (npc), Sir."+ Lt Kriss Lomax(npc) announced in a tone that sounded quite apologetic.
"Very well, lieutenant. Inform lieutenant Aspinal that he is to join me in the Conference Room on Deck Five. Persson out." +Tap+
Lars remained silently contemplating this new name. Aspinal wasn't one that he was familiar with at all. But then, he wasn't overly familiar with anyone coming from the JAG's office, if such a thing was even possible. When their services were called upon, it usually meant trouble for someone, and this went against what he understood as being a smooth and well defined operational mode aboard a ship, any ship for that matter. A few minutes passed and the main doors to the conference room opened, and in walked the rather stiff figure of who he at once assumed to be the JAG officer.
"Good morning, Captain. I am lieutenant Aspinal of the Judge Advocate Generals office. I understand that you have been expecting me, Sir." He said, his gaze holding with that of Lars for a second or two, then relaxing and looking around the room.
"Good morning Lieutenant. I have indeed been expecting you. Please take a seat." Lars said, indicating the chair to his right. Briefly, he looked his visitor up and down, noting another 'stuffed shirt', as he had come to recognise them. Officers brimming with authority, but lacking any real moral fibre or backbone when it came to dealing with other people.
Aspinal carefully laid his slim black case down onto the shiny table top, obviously taking care not to mar its surface, if at all possible, in the Captain's presence. Opening it with just as much care, he removed a large PADD and set it squarely in front of him on the table before he spoke. "Captain, as you are aware, we have been presented with a rather difficult situation." He said, clearing his throat and apologizing for it. "Sorry, Sir."
Lars relaxed and wondered where this was heading, since from where he was sat, the only difficult situation appeared to be one that had been invented by the JAG office. "Difficulty?" Lars enquired.
"Well, as you know, the mystery subject that was involved in the recent problems on Outpost 316 has been spirited away, in fact taken from under your nose, Sir. This, well, it makes my job a rather difficult one. I have been asked to look into the roles played by a number of people, from both this ship and the Outpost, that resulted in a dangerous situation arising from it, one that has involved a number of personal attacks on both civilian and Federation personnel, which resulted in injuries being sustained." Aspinal explained, seemingly becoming a trifle hot under the collar as each second passed by.
"Can I get you something to drink, lieutenant? A glass of water, perhaps?" Lars suggested, the ends of his mouth curling up slightly in the trace of a smile.
"If you wouldn't mind, Sir." Aspinal replied, getting hotter by the minute.
Lars walked over to one of the room's replicators and ordered a glass of cool refreshing water. Once the order had been retrieved, he took it across to the JAG officer and set it down in front of him on the table and sat down in his seat again.
"Thank you, Captain." He said, and taking the cool glass in his left hand, he lifted it quickly to his lips and took a couple of long gulps and sighed as the water slowly did its work. Placing the almost empty glass down on the table, Aspinal continued with his account. "We have your deposition on record, but I have been unable to secure the depositions of either Lt Cmdr Jamaica N'we(npc), your former ship's Doctor, or Jiasha Talhandi(npc), who I believe was a civilian teacher on board this ship." He said, while at the same time seemingly searching for something on his PADD.
"Our former CMO sustained an inoperable injury while on the Outpost yesterday. In order to obtain the best of medical help, both she, and the teacher are now speeding along on their way to Earth in a Federation Starship as we speak. I can assure you that you will find full details regarding this incident included with my deposition. Further more, for any other involvement in what has happened during the past twenty-four hours, you will need to check with the Outpost's Captain for clarification on the matter. As for the alien's sudden and unexpected disappearance, I must refer you to the full explanation given in my mission summary and deposition. As I clearly stated, we were dealing with a race of people who were far more advanced than we had thought them to be. It transpires that they were not prepared to negotiate on the surrender of the alien known as Velisa(npc)." Lars said, leaning slightly towards the JAG officer.
"Now, unless you want me for anything else, I really need to prepare this ship for departure to sector fifteen?" Lars carefully explained while keeping focussed on the officer's flustered behaviour. "Of course, we have room enough for you onboard should you deem it necessary to continue with your enquiries? Although I feel that it would be only fair to advise you that it may be some time before you would be able to return from this sector, lieutenant." He calmly added.
"No, no, I... I... I think that I have just about everything I shall need for now, Sir." Aspinal replied, a blank appearance showing on his face as he quickly thrust the PADD back inside his slim black case again. "Thank you for your valuable time and assistance, Captain. It is much appreciated in my line of enquiry." He said as he rose from his chair and quickly moved towards the exit. "I won't keep you a minute longer, Sir." This said, the JAG officer hastily retreated, almost tripping over himself in the process, but leaving much more quickly than he had at first entered the room.
Lars nodded his head from side to side and tut-tutted. Well, he thought to himself, one down and a few more to go. What a day it looked as though it was going to be, he considered, as he too, arose from his own chair. Once again, his commbadge beeped into life. +Tap+ "Persson here." He said.
+"Captain, the dignitaries will arrive at the main shuttlebay in ten minutes, Sir."+ Lomax informed him.
"I'm on my way, lieutenant. Persson out."
OFF :
Captain Lars Persson
CO
USS Dark Matter
Date: 238202.06
Time: 08.20 Scene: Conference Hall, Deck 5
Algernon Braket(npc) an important man among diplomats, was a name that seemed vaguely familar to Lars, as he sat at the head of the large oval table, contemplating the arrival of the dignitaries that he was to transport to Starbase Dyerma IV in the Hydrozene Star System. Of course, he thought to himself, he could be wrong, but there again it wasn't a name that could easily be forgotten.
He glanced around the spacious room, his eyes taking in its clean sparkling surfaces and orderly appearance, a place that was certainly well suited to the demands that would be made upon it by the group of dignitaries who would soon be arriving on board the DM. A brief smile indicated his approval, whereby he made a mental note to thank the Ops department for their timely efforts.
Lars momentarily thought about a previous diplomatic encounter, one that had involved a number of dignitaries he had come across at an earlier date in his career. This time, things had not gone so well, despite all that he had done to avoid a conflict. He hoped that he had learnt a lesson from his mistakes, and on this occasion, everything would run a whole lot smoother and without any incidents developing for whatever reason.
He was suddenly interrupted in his train of thought by the sound of his commlink bursting into life. +Tap+ "Persson here." He replied, wondering what it was that someone wanted from him.
+"I'm sorry to interupt you at this time Captain, but I need to advise you of the arrival of the JAG officer, a certain Lt Aspinal (npc), Sir."+ Lt Kriss Lomax(npc) announced in a tone that sounded quite apologetic.
"Very well, lieutenant. Inform lieutenant Aspinal that he is to join me in the Conference Room on Deck Five. Persson out." +Tap+
Lars remained silently contemplating this new name. Aspinal wasn't one that he was familiar with at all. But then, he wasn't overly familiar with anyone coming from the JAG's office, if such a thing was even possible. When their services were called upon, it usually meant trouble for someone, and this went against what he understood as being a smooth and well defined operational mode aboard a ship, any ship for that matter. A few minutes passed and the main doors to the conference room opened, and in walked the rather stiff figure of who he at once assumed to be the JAG officer.
"Good morning, Captain. I am lieutenant Aspinal of the Judge Advocate Generals office. I understand that you have been expecting me, Sir." He said, his gaze holding with that of Lars for a second or two, then relaxing and looking around the room.
"Good morning Lieutenant. I have indeed been expecting you. Please take a seat." Lars said, indicating the chair to his right. Briefly, he looked his visitor up and down, noting another 'stuffed shirt', as he had come to recognise them. Officers brimming with authority, but lacking any real moral fibre or backbone when it came to dealing with other people.
Aspinal carefully laid his slim black case down onto the shiny table top, obviously taking care not to mar its surface, if at all possible, in the Captain's presence. Opening it with just as much care, he removed a large PADD and set it squarely in front of him on the table before he spoke. "Captain, as you are aware, we have been presented with a rather difficult situation." He said, clearing his throat and apologizing for it. "Sorry, Sir."
Lars relaxed and wondered where this was heading, since from where he was sat, the only difficult situation appeared to be one that had been invented by the JAG office. "Difficulty?" Lars enquired.
"Well, as you know, the mystery subject that was involved in the recent problems on Outpost 316 has been spirited away, in fact taken from under your nose, Sir. This, well, it makes my job a rather difficult one. I have been asked to look into the roles played by a number of people, from both this ship and the Outpost, that resulted in a dangerous situation arising from it, one that has involved a number of personal attacks on both civilian and Federation personnel, which resulted in injuries being sustained." Aspinal explained, seemingly becoming a trifle hot under the collar as each second passed by.
"Can I get you something to drink, lieutenant? A glass of water, perhaps?" Lars suggested, the ends of his mouth curling up slightly in the trace of a smile.
"If you wouldn't mind, Sir." Aspinal replied, getting hotter by the minute.
Lars walked over to one of the room's replicators and ordered a glass of cool refreshing water. Once the order had been retrieved, he took it across to the JAG officer and set it down in front of him on the table and sat down in his seat again.
"Thank you, Captain." He said, and taking the cool glass in his left hand, he lifted it quickly to his lips and took a couple of long gulps and sighed as the water slowly did its work. Placing the almost empty glass down on the table, Aspinal continued with his account. "We have your deposition on record, but I have been unable to secure the depositions of either Lt Cmdr Jamaica N'we(npc), your former ship's Doctor, or Jiasha Talhandi(npc), who I believe was a civilian teacher on board this ship." He said, while at the same time seemingly searching for something on his PADD.
"Our former CMO sustained an inoperable injury while on the Outpost yesterday. In order to obtain the best of medical help, both she, and the teacher are now speeding along on their way to Earth in a Federation Starship as we speak. I can assure you that you will find full details regarding this incident included with my deposition. Further more, for any other involvement in what has happened during the past twenty-four hours, you will need to check with the Outpost's Captain for clarification on the matter. As for the alien's sudden and unexpected disappearance, I must refer you to the full explanation given in my mission summary and deposition. As I clearly stated, we were dealing with a race of people who were far more advanced than we had thought them to be. It transpires that they were not prepared to negotiate on the surrender of the alien known as Velisa(npc)." Lars said, leaning slightly towards the JAG officer.
"Now, unless you want me for anything else, I really need to prepare this ship for departure to sector fifteen?" Lars carefully explained while keeping focussed on the officer's flustered behaviour. "Of course, we have room enough for you onboard should you deem it necessary to continue with your enquiries? Although I feel that it would be only fair to advise you that it may be some time before you would be able to return from this sector, lieutenant." He calmly added.
"No, no, I... I... I think that I have just about everything I shall need for now, Sir." Aspinal replied, a blank appearance showing on his face as he quickly thrust the PADD back inside his slim black case again. "Thank you for your valuable time and assistance, Captain. It is much appreciated in my line of enquiry." He said as he rose from his chair and quickly moved towards the exit. "I won't keep you a minute longer, Sir." This said, the JAG officer hastily retreated, almost tripping over himself in the process, but leaving much more quickly than he had at first entered the room.
Lars nodded his head from side to side and tut-tutted. Well, he thought to himself, one down and a few more to go. What a day it looked as though it was going to be, he considered, as he too, arose from his own chair. Once again, his commbadge beeped into life. +Tap+ "Persson here." He said.
+"Captain, the dignitaries will arrive at the main shuttlebay in ten minutes, Sir."+ Lomax informed him.
"I'm on my way, lieutenant. Persson out."
OFF :
Captain Lars Persson
CO
USS Dark Matter