USS Delphyne 10007.03

Nicke:
<><><><><><><><><RESUME MISSION<><><><><><><><><><><

TO_Nichols:
::exits new quarters on deck 4::

FCO_Hunter:
::on bridge at station::

FCO_B`lee:
@::leans against the window of the observation area on Starbase 191, his personal duffel at his side::

CSO_KBeth:
::heads up to Bridge for duty shift::

OPS_Hawkes:
::At OPS taking and organizing orders for ressuply at SB191::

CIV_McLeod:
::at the computer core helping with a low-level diagnostic::

MO_Matt:
@::in the offices of Starfleet Medical on SB191::

XO_Lyna:
::On the bridge::

MO_Matt:
@::situates through pack of belongings and a dozen various padds::

CO_Grant:
::exits Ready room , to go to bridge::

CNS-Jiosa:
::snoozes on couch in her quarters::

CO_Grant:
XO: Hello, status of preparations for SB191?

FCO_Hunter:
CO: 5 hours to SB191 sir.

Cmdr_Wall:
@::just enters his quarters on SB191 coming from a meeting with Starfleet::

Spencer:
@::On Starbase 191::

OPS_Hawkes:
Self: Hmm, never realized how many buoys we go through on a mission! ::sighs, and adds an order for 30 new buoys::

TO_Nichols:
::enters turbolift::

CO_Grant:
FCOhunter: Very good

CMO_Lea:
::Finally fast asleep in her new quarters on deck seven::

FCO_B`lee:
@::glances at another officer in the observation area ... looks like a newbie aboard as well:: MO: What do you say their, friend?

XO_Lynam:
CO: All proceeding normally.

Cmdr_Wall:
@::looks at the time, ah the Delphyne should be arriving in a few hours::

Nurse_Rynle:
::In the main quarters of sickbay, bustling around making sure everything is looking in top shape::

TO_Nichols:
Comp: Bridge.

CO_Grant:
XO: I understand we are to get a new FCO at the starbase, a Mr.Staychne B'lee

CSO_KBeth:
::enters TL:: TL: Bridge

MO_Matt:
@::picks up the padd with all the reports and information needed by the supervisors of medical division of the Project and hands it to the secretary at the front desk::

CIV_McLeod:
::checks the status of the diagnostic::

TO_Nichols:
::enters bridge::

XO_Lynam:
CO: Yes sir, I received word of his coming aboard when we departed the cloud.

MO_Matt:
@Secretary: I think that's all you need.  I'm going to head to the Observation Lounge to watch my ship as it comes in.  It's been a few weeks, you understand. ::with a smile and curt nod he picks up his belongings and heads off down the hallway::

FCO_B`lee:
@::notes this medical officer seems uncooperative and turns his back on him ... notes quite a few blue shirts in the observation area ... wonders why the Delphyne needs so much medical staff::

TO_Nichols:
::heads to Tac 1::

CSO_KBeth:
::enters bridge and wlaks to science station.  Nods to ensign and takes the PADD he hands her:: SCI_ENS:Thanx, have a good day.  ::smiles at him as he leaves::

Cmdr_Wall:
@::goes over to the replicator to get something to eat was a long meeting::

CO_Grant:
XO: normally  a new officer would be expected to be briefed by XO, but perhaps Mr.Hawkes or MR.Psion could handle this new one. You could perhaps contact Captain Spencer and found out if she can have visitors once we arrive

MO_Matt:
@::takes note of the different areas of the Starbase having spent a few days compiling the information and reports on the Gamma Project::

CIV_McLeod:
::notices a relay is fluctuating in the medical bay::

FCO_B`lee:
@::slings his duffel over his shoulder and walks across the area slipping into a knot of red shirts muttering his apologies as he stumbles and bumps up against a Lt Commander::

TO_Nichols:
::begins checking out new post::

OPS_Hawkes:
::nods to the TO and CSO as they enter the bridge, then returns to supply requisitions and R&R rotation schedule::

MO_Matt:
@::enters the Observation Lounge::

TO_Nichols:
::sees Hawkes nod and smiles back::

CIV_McLeod:
::takes a replacement relay and heads to the TL::

XO_Lynam:
CO: I have been in contact with Captain Charn on SB191.  She advises me that August can receive visitors but only a few at a time.  I...volunteer to go ahead and see that she is up for a visit from her old crew mates. ::Smiles::

FCO_B`lee:
@::steps on the foot of a Kolandan and stumbles a few steps before recovering and muttering through his embarrassment trying to find a quiet corner of the Observation Area::

MO_Matt:
@::looks around at the various officers, not seeing anyone that he had been working with downs him a little - they must have all taken to the runabouts already::

MO_Matt:
@::walks over the viewports and stares out into the vastness of space, relishing in the glory of the view::

FCO_B`lee:
@::leans back into the shadows of one corner and glares at the knot of officers sullenly::

CO_Grant:
XO: We don't want to tire her out, But yes I as well as several others want to visit her.

CO_Grant:
CSO: How goes the diagnostic of the computer systems, find out anymore data from the nebula mission?

CIV_McLeod:
::rides in TL to the medical bay::

MO_Matt:
@::takes a seat at a table as near to the viewports as possible and pulls out another, smaller padd that he starts to work on, analyzing his report to the Captain carefully::

Cmdr_Wall:
@::sits down at his table in the room and enjoys and old Earth Italian dish veal parmesan

FCO_B`lee:
@::moves down on his haunches and begins going through his duffel looking for something::

OPS_Hawkes:
::adds a new runnabout to the requisitions list.::

CSO_KBeth:
CO: Negative.  I am now running a level 1 diagnostic on the scanner relays.  I will run a level 1 on the main computer core and database when we get to SB 191

CMO_Lea:
::Drifts awake::

FCO_B`lee:
::stares out of the Observation Area with a somewhat bored look on his face::

FCO_B`lee:
<@>

CO_Grant:
CSO: acknowledged, check in with ENG before you leave on shoreleave, they are conducting much of the diagnostics

CIV_McLeod:
::steps into medbay and nods to the nurse, then opens up then heads over to the bad relay::

CSO_KBeth:
CO: Aye sir.  ::checks PADD and notices that there are needed supplies for the science department.  Heads over to OPS::

Nurse_Rynle:
::Notes the presence of the "Repair man" and continues filing the latest check up results::

TO_Nichols:
::checks Tac 2::

CIV_McLeod:
::whistles a soft song as he begins replacing the relay::

FCO_B`lee:
@::stands and tosses his duffel over his shoulder ... kicks at the carpeting slightly .. feels antsy::

CMO_Lea:
::Takes a quick sonic shower, dons a fresh uniform, and walks out into the corridor::

MO_Matt:
@::finishing rummaging through the report, he puts away the padd and replaces it with another, and another, two letters that he starts to run through and assemble properly::

CO_Grant:
FCO: hmm, check our eta to sb191 again

OPS_Hawkes:
::senses the CSO standing next to him::

FCO_Hunter:
::rechecks eta::

CSO_KBeth:
OPS: We seemed to have misplaced several probes in or around the nebula.  Can you order some for us?  I need at least six Class 7's and a couple of Class 5's.

CNS-Jiosa:
::shifts in her sleep::

FCO_B`lee:
@::walks up behind the MO and reads over his shoulders in perfect silence:: MO: You spelled 'priority' wrong .... and Star Fleet is one word, Starfleet. ::smiles:: ... that could be rather embarassing.

FCO_Hunter:
CO: Sorry sir.  That cloud sector must have messed with our sensors.  We're only 41 minutes away.

OPS_Hawkes:
CSO: No problem. 6 sevens, and 2 fives. No problem. ::Adds to growing list::

MO_Matt:
@::immediately covers up the two letters and starts to feel anger boil up inside of him, but relaxes and suppresses the impluse::

CMO_Lea:
::As she steps out the doors, she squints at the seemingly bright glare of the lights and tries to avoid a feeling that she will wish she stayed in bed today::

MO_Matt:
@FCO: They're personal, I'm sure you don't mind - but I'll fix the spelling, thanks.

CO_Grant:
fco: Hmmm, co-ordinate with OPS to get a docking port. Then slow to impulse once we are closer the starbase than the navigational buoy

CSO_KBeth:
OPS: Oh and can you also get me 4 of those new scanner relays?  They should be at the supply depot by now.

FCO_B`lee:
@::shrugs and ignores the briefest of glares from the MO:: MO: No, I don't mind at all ... ::moves and slumps down in a chair next to him::

FCO_Hunter:
CO: Aye sir.

CIV_McLeod:
::examines the old relay for a moment before installing the new one::

MO_Matt:
@::puts the padds aways:: FCO: So where are you off to, soldier?

FCO_B`lee:
@MO: USS Delphyne ... yourself?

FCO_Hunter:
OPS: I am ready to receive information once you have a moment.

OPS_Hawkes:
CSO: Furrows up brows:: Hmm, I'm not sure...but maybe I can twist a few arms. ::Thinks of something in Cargo that sould be traded and smiles:: Yeah, I think that's do-able come to think of it .

CSO_KBeth:
OPS: Great!!  That will put us over the top in tech for science.  ::grins::

TO_Nichols:
::finds discrepancies, runs level 2 diagnostic on console::

MO_Matt:
@FCO: Really?  I'm returning back, I've been serving there for a year now but I've seen a lot of various projects and situations away from home - er, the Delphyne - and I'm heading back from a few of those now.

OPS_Hawkes:
FCO: ::puts list aside for a moment.:: Sure, what do you need?

FCO_B`lee:
@::nods:: MO: Heading back? Or running back? ::props his feet up on the end of his duffel::

FCO_Hunter:
OPS: Any docking procedures and information you have from Starbase.

Cmdr_Wall:
@::pushes his empty plate away, and takes his time enjoying a cup of Raktjino coffee::

Nicke:
ACTION: Ops contacts SB 

TO_Nichols:
::goes back to tac 1 during diagnostic::

MO_Matt:
@FCO: Actually, waiting for the moment.  What's your soon-to-be position on the tatooed Starfleet wonder?

CSO_KBeth:
::heads back to Sci Station 1 excited at being able to play with the latest technology::

FCO_B`lee:
@::shrugs:: MO: I figure I'll just about anything that will earn me a berth on a ship heading away from Bajor ... gonna be her Flight Control Officer.

Jadis_Charn:
@::pacing through the starbase's docking ring, watching people leave and enter the different starships through the airlocks, waiting for a specific ship to dock::

PortChief:
@COMM:Delphyne: you'll be docking in Bay #3 when you arrive. We'll see you when you get here

MO_Matt:
@::laughs:: FCO: You're brash enough all right, I find that strangely comforting.

OPS_Hawkes:
COMM:Port Chief: Thank you. See you in about 39 mikes. Delphyne out.

CMO_Lea:
::Walks to a turbolift and say quietly:: TL: Bridge...

MO_Matt:
@FCO: So what's so bad on Bajor to be running from?

FCO_B`lee:
@::eyes him appraisingly:: MO: Somehow that doesn't surprise me ... ::glances around the observation area:: MO: Sure are a lot of folks waiting for the Delphyne...

OPS_Hawkes:
FCO_Hunter: Bay #3

CO_Grant:
::Sees the buoy in the viewscreen::

Spencer:
@::in her quarters going over mail::

FCO_B`lee:
@::stares the MO in the eye and says, tightlipped:: MO: It's a small planet. ::looks away as if the subject were closed::

PortChief:
@COMM:Delphyne: Belay that order. We've just received a message, you are to hold at your current position

FCO_Hunter:
OPS: Thank you.

CIV_McLeod:
::finishes installing the relay and runs some local diagnostics::

OPS_Hawkes:
FCO_Hunter: No problem. ::returns to his lists::

FCO_Hunter:
::calls up SB191 information on display::

XO_Lynam:
CO: A message?  Now what?

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm:Port Chief: Aye aye. Holding.

PortChief:
@COMM:Delphyne: you are not allowed to doc at this time

CO_Grant:
FCO: slow to impulse, pull up short of docking

MO_Matt:
@FCO: Hey, I can respect privacy.  But if you ever need someone to let it out on, I've been through enough to give you all the advice and comfort I can.  If you feel safe enough to put your life in my hands. ::gibes a small smile::

CO_Grant:
xO: I don't know

FCO_Hunter:
CO: Aye sir.

FCO_Hunter:
::slows to impulse::

CO_Grant:
OPS: call the buggers back at SB191, find out the trouble and how long we are to be delayed

Nicke:
ACTION: the Delphyne holds position just shy of docking

CMO_Lea:
::Steps out onto the bridge and approaches the OPS console...notices the Hawkes seems quite occupied. Backs to the auxiliary console again and waits::

TO_Nichols:
::looks at sensors now showing SB:: self: so close, yet so far away.

FCO_B`lee:
@::turns back towards the MO:: MO: I hope you'll understand if I don't even remotely feel that safe in the hands of your garden variety Starfleet butcher. ::stands and picks up his duffel moving away from the table::

FCO_Hunter:
::goes to complete stop::

FCO_Hunter:
CO: We are at full stop sir.

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm:Port Chief: This is Delphyne, how long of a delay can we expect. What's the problem?

XO_Lynam:
::Drums fingers on the arm of the chair::

TO_Nichols:
::Tac 2 diagnostic finishes::

CIV_McLeod:
::replaces the cover and nods to the nurse again on his way out::

CO_Grant:
fcohunter: acknowledged

CSO_KBeth:
::looks up and wonders now what?::

CNS-Jiosa:
::suddenly sits up in bed, looks at chronometer:: Self: Aye carumba !

Cmdr_Wall:
@::notices the time, the Delphyne should arriving in minutes, he gets up from the table and walks across the room to the large bay windows looking out into the docking area::

CO_Grant:
::nods to Dr.Lea on the bridge::

PortChief:
@COMM:Delphyne: My orders are that your not allowed to dock and it will be a short delay

TO_Nichols:
::finds minor adjustments needed on Tac 2 and sets to work::

MO_Matt:
@FCO: Hey!  It was a joke, huh?  The Delphyne has the best medical staff that Starfleet has to offer - maybe even the best Senior Officer this side of Earth.  Garden variety butcher doesn't fit the description of our science.

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm:Port Chief: Acknowledged. Thanks. Out.

PortChief:
@COMM:Delphyne: It has to do with a message we received from you

CMO_Lea:
::Nods to Captain Grant...the motion causing her head to throb::

XO_Lynam:
::Eyes shift to Hawkes::

FCO_B`lee:
@::walks away from the MO ignoring him and leaving him behind at the table ... goes to the windows and looks out enjoying the view of the ships more than the company of the MO::

CNS-Jiosa:
::hops out of bed checks to see uniform is on properly, exits quarters goes into TL:: Computer: Bridge

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm:Port Chief: Oh? WHat message is that? ::brings up the list of recent outgoing comms::

MO_Matt:
@::looks down at the illuminated table surface and mutters to himself::

MO_Matt:
@Self: Smooth...can't even make intelligent conversation with the newbie.  ::sighs, looks around the room::

CSO_KBeth:
::sees the SB close enough to jump to and wonders where her EVA suit is::

Cmdr_Wall:
@::thinks to himself while looking out the window, he has'nt seen the Delphyne since the anomly accident which sent him to the Gamma Quadrant::

CNS-Jiosa:
::exits TL onto bridge steps out just far enough to not trip the TL sensors::

PortChief:
@COMM:Delphyne: I don't know Sir, something to do with a cloud

CIV_McLeod:
::goes back to TL::

FCO_B`lee:
@::compares the chronometer on the wall to the schedule for the Delphyne ... yells across the room:: MO: Hey Butcher! She's running late! ::points at the clock::

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm:Port Chief: Do you mean the cloud at sec 198.6 that we investigated just recently. Why is that a problem. Over?

TO_Nichols:
::looks up at the viewscreen suddenly feeling a familiar presence::

MO_Matt:
@::notices Commander Wall standing near the viewports and has to take a double check:: Self: What the...?

CMO_Lea:
::Sees Liz out of the corner of her eyes. Moans quietly::

OPS_Hawkes:
::quickly scanning through all comms related to the cloud looking for any problems.::

CO_Grant:
COMM:SB191: CLoud, that is the ionic cloud in sector 198.6. We established a safe means of communicating through it with buoys. With that clarification, let us dock, Captain grant out!

MO_Matt:
@FCO: Happens, pal. ::locks his teeth and doesn't say anything more to the too-brash newcomer::

CIV_McLeod:
::rides back to the computer core::

PortChief:
@COMM:Delphyne: Sir, I have my orders

CNS-Jiosa:
::stays by the TL exit almost as if guarding it::

TO_Nichols:
::goes back to work on tac 2::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: You wanna talk to the station chief sir?

CO_Grant:
COMM:SB191: This Captain Grant , let me speak to your superior

FCO_B`lee:
@::frowns and mutters under his breath::

PortChief:
@COMM:Delphyne: You are now cleared to dock in Bay #15 and Captain Grant, you are ordered to report to the SB Captain after docking

OPS_Hawkes:
::double checks the SB191 signal for proper encoding protocols::

FCO_B`lee:
@::thinks he never had to put up with this kind of thing test flying shuttles out of Mars proper::

Cmdr_Wall:
@::waits still no Delphyne..hmmm running alittle late she should be entering the starbase by now::

CMO_Lea:
::Wonders why her head feels like a super nova...chalks it up to a lousy night's sleep. Wonders when the docking will commence::

OPS_Hawkes:
FCO-Hunter: looks like Bay 15

CO_Grant:
COMM:SB: thanks, Tell the Starbase Commander I am looking forward to the meeting

CO_Grant:
COMm: out

FCO_Hunter:
OPS: aye, finally.  ::begins to guide the Del into bay 15::

CIV_McLeod:
::goes back to his diagnostics on the computer system::

CNS-Jiosa:
::feels Lea's pain, trie to look at her out of the corner of her eye, while appearing to not look at her::

CO_Grant:
FCO: take us into #15 thrusters and please try to do it gently.

CSO_KBeth:
::wonders how anything can get down in a bureaucracy

PortChief:
@COMM:Delphyne: The Captain knows and welcome back Sir

TO_Nichols:
::completes adjustments on tac 2, turns to watch Hunter dock, feeling a little homesick for her old post::

OPS_Hawkes:
::readies systems for transfer to External Power Mode.::

XO_Lynam:
OPS: Before you leave the ship, find a copy of that message and give it to the Captain for his meeting.

Cmdr_Wall:
@::ah there she comes now...what a site::

CO_Grant:
XO: once we are docked review the r&r roster from oPs if ok then start the shoreleave

FCO_Hunter:
CO: ::grins::  Don't worry sir, you're coffee's safe with me.

XO_Lynam:
CO: Already done sir.

FCO_Hunter:
::approaches bay 15::

CO_Grant:
XO: Find Capt.Spencer tell her we want the best for her and that I will visit her as soon as my meeting is done

FCO_B`lee:
@::watches the ship close on the bay and nods satisfied ... even if its behind schedule::

OPS_Hawkes:
XO: Sure. IN fact....here you go. ::downloads the message (and all others from that time period into a different folder) to a PADD And hands to the XO::

MO_Matt:
@::packs up his possessions and watches the ship dock::

FCO_Hunter:
::finishes docking and begins lock down::

Cmdr_Wall:
@::leaves his quarters and heads for the #15 bay docking area::

XO_Lynam:
::Hands the PADD to the Captain.::

XO_Lynam:
CO: Yes sir.  I will track her down with all do speed.

TO_Nichols:
::sighs slightly and turns back to tac 2::

CO_Grant:
OPS,TAC: One of you needs to assign an officer to go get our new FCO and get him settled. Handle it.

MO_Matt:
@::walks out of the Observation Lounge and heads through the corridors and turbolifts to the Delphyne's airlock at Docking Area 15::

FCO_Hunter:
CO: We are docked sir.

CO_Grant:
::takes padd from XO::

CSO_KBeth:
::wraps up diagnostic on sensor relays and starts the initiation for the database diagnostic::OPS: When we get settled I need to know when I can have control over the computing power.  I need to run a level 1 diagnostic on the main core.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: I can do it...unless the TO wants to.

FCO_B`lee:
@::follows behind the MO figuring he probably knows where he's going::

CMO_Lea:
::Feels slightly foggy...walks to the turbolift:: CNS: Excuse me.  ::Waits for Liz to move aside::

CO_Grant:
FCO: Very good. Shut down the engines in co-ordination with ENG so that they can perform their diagnostics

CIV_McLeod:
::checks the status of the other relays on the ship::

TO_Nichols:
CO, OPS: I'd be glad to do it.

CNS-Jiosa:
::doesn't budge:: CMO: Are you feeling alright ::it isnt much of a question::

Cmdr_Wall:
@::arrives outside the Bay#15 airlock area::

FCO_B`lee:
@::nudges a few people aside making his way to the front of the line of folks getting ready to board::

FCO_Hunter:
CO: Aye sir.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Switches to External Power Mode as soom as the SB power is connected::

MO_Matt:
@::arrives at the airlock and waits for it to be opened::

CO_Grant:
OPS: You handle the shoreleave roster and getting supplies. Have TO do it but To is stay in contact with you.

CMO_Lea:
::Carefully smiles:: CNS: Yes, fine.  ::Waits again for the counselor to step aside::

TO_Nichols:
OPS: Tac is set, shall I go found our new officer?

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye aye sir.

FCO_B`lee:
@::wonders what would happen if the airlock opened before the Delphyne was their ... would they all get sucked into space?::

OPS_Hawkes:
TO: Yes...but stay in contact. Happy hunting!

CNS-Jiosa:
CMO: Good where are you going? ::doesn’t move isn't buying::

TO_Nichols:
::heads to turbolift::

Cmdr_Wall:
@::notices...is that Dr. Laiiron at the docking entrance?::

XO_Lynam:
CO: If you'll excuse me sir, I have a mission to accomplish.

FCO_B`lee:
@::glances about and notices a Full Commander at the back of the pack ... averts his eyes trying not to stare directly at him and draw his attention::

MO_Matt:
@::fetches the report for Captain Grant out of his duffelbag and makes one last look over it while in line waiting for the ship to open up::

CO_Grant:
OPS: Begin  the shoreleave rotation, I am on my way to station command office

TO_Nichols:
::takes a deep breath after turbolife starts::

Jadis_Charn:
@::the inconspicuous civilian clothing drawing no attention to herself, uninterested in boarding::

CO_Grant:
XO: I will check in with you later.

Cmdr_Wall:
@::calls Dr. Laiiron from behind the crowd::

CMO_Lea:
::Slowly takes a deep breath:: CNS: Below decks.

CO_Grant:
::Gets up from chair and heads to TL:;

XO_Lynam:
CO: Aye sir.  :;Heads to the turbo lift::

CIV_McLeod:
::smiles at the results of the diagnostics::

CO_Grant:
:: rides the TL to deck where the dock is:;

MO_Matt:
@::turns around to see who's calling him, his eyes rest on Commander Wall...face goes ashen::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Continues working on shore leave roster. ::

MO_Matt:
@::squints and rubs his eyes, then takes a step back in his direction:: Cmdr: Comm...ander?

TO_Nichols:
::exits turbolift and heads to dock::

CO_Grant:
::Exits out of the docking bay doors to find and bumps into ...::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir.

FCO_B`lee:
@::looks at the MO wondering what ghost he just saw::

Cmdr_Wall:
@::walks his way through the crowd toward the Dr.::

CSO_KBeth:
::starts to set up R&R roster for the science personnel. Walks over to OPS and hands him her PADD:: OPS: Here's the rotation schedule for the science department.

CNS-Jiosa:
CMO: Rather ambiguous answer, as you may have noticed I overselpt which almost never happen I was going to have you check me out

XO_Lynam:
::Exits the gangway and enters the Docking area::

CMO_Lea:
CNS: Yes it is. Why don't I accompany you to sickbay?

MO_Matt:
@::suddenly realizes that it really is him, color slowly returns, and he laughs outloud:: Cmdr: Wha-?  I thought you were dead!

OPS_Hawkes:
CSO: Thank you. ::adds to roster and sends the roster out to all the departements.::

MO_Matt:
@::rushes up to meet him::

TO_Nichols:
::exits docking and looks up to the group::

CNS-Jiosa:
CMO: That would be great ::Steps aside::

CO_Grant:
::Sees Dr.Laiiron, and Cmdr Wall:;

CIV_McLeod:
::notices the ship has docked::

CMO_Lea:
::Enters the turbolift:: TL: Deck seven.

FCO_B`lee:
@::mutters something seeing the MO acting like a little puppy dog towards the Commander::

XO_Lynam:
::Passes Bernie Wall::

CO_Grant:
@Commander Wall, Dr.Laiiron: Long time no see

CNS-Jiosa:
::enters very quickly behind Lea::

XO_Lynam:
Wall: hey bernie.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Seeing as how the bridge has pretty much cleared. Takes command of the bridge.::

Cmdr_Wall:
@MO: Oh no I guess you didnt get word?

TO_Nichols:
@::looks over the CO's shoulder:: Wall: Oh my God, Cmdr?

CMO_Lea:
::The turbolift takes them to deck seven. Steps off and walks briskly down the corridor::

MO_Matt:
@::turns, suprised that the Captain is standing there, and gives a sharp salute, and steps back to view both of them, talking to the Commander::

Cmdr_Wall:
@CO/XO: Captain!...Lynam!

MO_Matt:
@Cmdr: I guess not. ::laughs:: What's the word?  Where've you been?  How are you?

CO_Grant:
@: Puts forth hand to shake Cmdr Walls::

TO_Nichols:
@MO: You look like you've seen a ghost Matt, breathe!

XO_Lynam:
@::Keeps walking, heading for the turbo lift::

TO_Nichols:
@::walks up beside the CO::

Cmdr_Wall:
@::shakes Captain hand::

CO_Grant:
@:: shakes hand of bernie the ghost::

CMO_Lea:
::Walks into sickbay and waits for Liz to arrive::

OPS_Hawkes:
::sends his rquisition list to the SB191 supply chief::

CNS-Jiosa:
::increases stride to catch up::

MO_Matt:
@TO: I think I have. ::smiles:: I didn't know that he...was...not dead.

FCO_B`lee:
::squeezes around the officers coming off the ship trying to avoid looking too many in the eye ... makes his way down the docking ramp and into the ship::

Jadis_Charn:
@::finally spots the man and follows him, quickening her pace:: XO: Commander Lynam!

CMO_Lea:
CNS: Coming?

Cmdr_Wall:
@CO: good to see you!

TO_Nichols:
@Wall: You look well Cmdr!

CO_Grant:
@Wall: Glad to see you made it back. However the Ferengi still want to be paid. But I am glad you are back in one piece

CMO_Lea:
::Takes another deeper breath and clenches her teeth::

CO_Grant:
@:: shakes hands with Dr.Laiiron::

CNS-Jiosa:
::enters behind Lea:: CMO: Barely ::sheesh it's not a race you know! ::

CIV_McLeod:
::yawns and decides to go back to his quarters::

Nurse_Rynle:
:::Notices the Doctor and Counselor enter. Walks up::

MO_Matt:
@::smiles at the Captain::

Cmdr_Wall:
@TO: Nichols ::smiles:: hey there

FCO_B`lee:
::glances back at all the officers so happy to get off the ship ... exchanging greetings and salutations with each other.  Shrugs and heads for the nearest turbolift::

XO_Lynam:
@::Hears a voice and turns to see who is calling ::

MO_Matt:
@CO: I'll be getting my reports to you shortly, after I situate myself in my...new quarters.

CSO_KBeth:
::starts to reroute computer power to the mainframe::

CMO_Lea:
::Relaxes and smiles:: CNS: Of course not..

CO_Grant:
@Laiiron: Heard you were busy with deep medical experiments. I would love to hear all about them but I have to have  yelling match with the station commander

Jadis_Charn:
@::finally catches up with Lynam as he turns:: XO: Commander, I was afraid I might have lost you.

TO_Nichols:
@::looks over and sees who must be B'lee, walks to him::

CMO_Lea:
Nurse Rynle: Please attend to the counselor, She is not feeling well.

Cmdr_Wall:
@CO: Don't worry about that sir I will take care of that ::winks::

Nurse_Rynle:
CMO: Yes sir...::Looks oddly at the two.::

MO_Matt:
@CO: Give me a call when you get back, I'd be happy to talk over what I'll give you in the reports.

FCO_B`lee:
::arrives at the turbolift and steps in ... spots the TO coming his way as he waits for the doors to close::

CNS-Jiosa:
::eyes the biobed like its an enemy::

TO_Nichols:
@B'lee: LtJg. Staychne B'lee I presume?

CMO_Lea:
Nurse Rynle: Thank you.  ::Quickly walks out of sickbay and down the corridor::

Nurse_Rynle:
::CNS: WHat are your symptoms?

MO_Matt:
@Wall: So you're back from the dead - back for good, I presume?

CNS-Jiosa:
::taps a new order into her PADD, grins::

CO_Grant:
@MO: I look forward to it , send a copy to the ready room

MO_Matt:
@::nods to the request::

CIV_McLeod:
::steps into TL::

CNS-Jiosa:
Nurse: I overslept, extreme weariness

FCO_B`lee:
::glares slightly at the Tactical Officer:: TO: Lieutenant Junior Grade B'lee Staychne ... some Bajorans may allows the slaughtering of their surnames to appease the majority of the Quadrant ... I do not.

Cmdr_Wall:
MO: yes I was transported to the Gamma Quadrant, however it had looked like I was killed in a explosion

CO_Grant:
@Wall: You could always give them confederate money we picked up in Gettysburg

CSO_KBeth:
::starts the level 1 diagnostics and sits back in her chair...it's gonna be a looong night::

CMO_Lea:
::Walks quickly, almost running, to the turbolift and enters::

Nicke:
ACTION: the station Captain paces in his office with an angry scowl on his face as he waits for the Captain Grant to arrive at his office....

TO_Nichols:
FCO: I apologize.  I didn't know you were Bajoran until you turned.

CMO_Lea:
::Sits down:: TL: Hold turbolift.

MO_Matt:
@Wall: And I wasn't there for either, imagine that...I'm glad you're home.

CO_Grant:
@:: heads out into the busy corrider of the sb::

Cmdr_Wall:
@CO: ::chuckles:: good idea!!

Nicke:
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