Brett:
 Summary: As the Delphyne makes its way toward the Pacifica System, the
crew's relaxed days are interrupted with word of a rendezvous and crew
transfer from the USS Rothschild.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission "The Falcon's Gold - Intermission">>>>

CMO_Santiago:
 @::On board the Rothchild finishing off the last off her chocolate
shake. The events of the last weeks still evident on her face.  Her body
still exhausted but her baby is safe and that is all that matters.::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::watching the sensors on the bridge::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::sitting on the bridge, waiting for the Del to meet up with the
Rothchild::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Sitting at his desk in the ready room, looking over reports and crew
transfers. ::

OPS_Running_Horse:
 ::at her OPS station::

CMO_Santiago:
 @ R-OPS:  What is our ETA to the Delphyne?

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Leaves Ready Room, sits in his chair. ::  OPS: ETA to rendezvous
with the Rothschild?

CMO_Santiago:
 @<Sanchez> ::Looks up at the pretty lady with his big brown eyes.::
CMO: ETA is 20 Minutes Cmdr.  You have time for another chocolate shake,
 you know.  ::Grins as he winks at her.::

CMO_Santiago:
 @::Laughs::  R-OPS:  Oh sure pick on the pregnant woman... always the
butt of jokes... ::narrows her eyes::  Or have you been talking to
Cmdr Varesh?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 OPS: How much longer till we meet up with the Rothchild?

CMO_Santiago:
 @<Sanchez>  CMO:  Cmdr Varesh.... hmmmm never heard of him.  ::Winks
again since he did get a message from him about the gypsey.::'

OPS_Running_Horse:
 CNS: 20 minutes sir.

CMO_Santiago:
 @R-OPS:  Uh huh... sure sure.....

CNS_Llewellyn:
 OPS: Thank you, Lt

CMO_Santiago:
 @::Sits back in her chair and continues with her report to starfleet
medical.  Stupid plagues always too much paperwork involved.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Leaves Ready Room, crosses Bridge, sits in his chair. ::  CNS: Did
I miss anything?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::points to the view screen::  CO: Just a lot of stars sir, I tried to
get an autograph but they just went right on by.  ::smiles:: Our ETA
with the Rothchild is less than 20mins

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::turns to read the latest results from the ongoing experiments taking
place in the science labs::

CMO_Santiago:
 @::Continues writting... "The Quarantine was finally lifted off the
Nighthawk but the cost was very high. The plague ravage the ship to the
point where is was belived that SFC would destory the ship and all life
or what was left of life on it."::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Is that your bedside humor, doctor? 

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks up at the CO:: CO: No, sir that is my bridge humor ::smiles::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises an eyebrow::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: I see. Just wait until you hear my therapy humor.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::goes back to reading until she hears the CO's response... raises same
eyebrow... just higher::

OPS_Running_Horse:
 ::turns and looks:: CNS: Bridge humor????

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::raises an eyebrow:: CO: Sir, there isn't room for humor in therapy.
It would just confuss the patient to much

CMO_Santiago:
 @::Tries not to doze off.::  Sanchez:  Lt, step on it will ya, this
chick has itchy feet.

Brett:
 @<R-OPS> Bridge to Commander Santiago.  Rendezvous in ten minutes.
Please make your way to Transporter room 2.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::stands:: CO: I believe I will head to the transporter room to greet
our new CMO.

OPS_Running_Horse:
 CO:The Rothschild is approaching sir ETA is 10 minutes.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::keeps her fingers dancing lightly on the console as she checks the
incoming data from sensors::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Very good, counselor. You have the crew quarter assignment?

CMO_Santiago:
 @R-OPS:  Why thank you for your prompt reply.  ::Grins::  I'll catch
you on the flip side Juan!  Oh and thank you for the 10 bars of latinum
you so generously gvave me.  ::She can hear laughter from Juan as she
gathers up her bags and heads for the TR::

CO_Mash`ev:
 OPS: Thank you, lieutenant.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::walks to the turbolift::  CO: I will have the OPS provide that
infomation to the transporter chief

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the ops to make sure he knows to give the room assigment to
the transport cheif, as he exits the bridge::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::enters the TL:: TL: Transporter Room

Brett:
 Action: The two vessels approach and drop to sublight speeds.  Looking
much like a mirror, the two Excelsiors glide toward one another.

CMO_Santiago:
 @::Is a little upset that her husband Richard and daughter Mia stayed
behind on the Nighthawk but if Richard has his way maybe an opening in
Engineering will open up soon.::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::after a brief ride on the TL it slows and arrives at the proper deck,
allowing Donnie to step off before taking off again::

CMO_Santiago:
 @::Enters the TR and climbs up onto the Pad... she grins at the
transporter chief.::  TR:  Ok T'Rin, contact the Del and let them know
I'm ready.

CO_Mash`ev:
 OPS: Begin the transfers when the Rothschild is ready.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::enters the Transporter room and gets the room assigment from the
cheif before the CMO comes aboard::

OPS_Running_Horse:
 CO: Understood sir.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::taps taps taps on the console...::

CMO_Santiago:
 @<TR> CMO:  I Ma'am.  I'm on it.   COM:Delphyne:  Delphyne this is the
USS Rothchild I have an anxious doctor to beam aboard... and greatful
crew if youdo since she has parted us from all our Latinum.  ::laughter
can be heard in the background.::

OPS_Running_Horse:
 TRChief: Transport when the Rothchild is ready.

OPS_Running_Horse:
 <TRChief> *OPS*: Transporting sir.

OPS_Running_Horse:
 ::waits for the TRChief to acknowledge her that the CMO is aboard::

Brett:
 Action: As the two ships pass, the doctor is beamed aboard the
Delphyne.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Materializes aboard the Delphyne.. new ship same type of faces.  She
sees a handsome man in front of her..

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::sees the doctor beam aboard::  CMO:  Greetings, Commander Santiago. I
am glad to have a fellow medical doctor/counselor on board

OPS_Running_Horse:
 <TRChief> *OPS*: We got her, sir.

OPS_Running_Horse:
 CO: The CMO is now aboard, sir.

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Good day doctor.. please call me Nita... or Anita.. may I have
your name?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CMO: Donnie

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Hey, Donnie... When was the last time you handled a preganant
woman?

CO_Mash`ev:
 OPS: Very good, lieutenant. Let the Rothschild know and see if there's
anything they might need.

OPS_Running_Horse:
 CO: Understood sir.

CO_Mash`ev:
 FCO: Prepare to return us to our original heading and speed.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::motions for the crewman to take the commander's bags, and then hears
the commander and looks confused:: CMO: Commander, I have handled many
women, what exacly do you mean?

OPS_Running_Horse:
 COM:Rothchild: Captain Mash'ev would like to know if there is anything
you might need?

CO_Mash`ev:
 <FCO_Speedy>: CO: Aye, sir.

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Oh and I just came off a plague infested ship that was under
quarantine.  I'll need to be tested to make sure I'm not infected. The
pregnancy offered an immune to this plague.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks worried:: CMO: Umm. I hope you were checked before you came on
board.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Looks at the nice counsellor and tries not to laugh.:: CNS:  Ummmm,
handled in this case means....have you helped a woman during pregancy or
do you have an obstatricien on board?

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Yeah I was check, but you know these plague things, they never do
what you want them to do.

Brett:
 <Rothschild> COM:Delphyne: Negative, we're fine.  Good luck Delphyne.
Rothschild out.

OPS_Running_Horse:
 COMM: Rothchild: No problems safe journey.  Delphyne out.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CMO:  Well as far as the birth of you child, I can do that, I am not
specialized in Obstatricien, but as a former CMO I can "handle you" if
you desire. But your plague things, well that needs to be taken of first

CO_Mash`ev:
 ::Hears the communication from the Rothschild.::  FCO: Engage.

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Well I brought samples with me since the Vulcan Science Acadamy
wants a paper on it.  Want to see the workings of it.  Quite fascinating
really it was spread by an inanimate object, in this case a gem but the
bearer of this gem was not infected.  Can you tell my why?  ::Grins::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::in the back of her mind goes over the sword lesson she had on the
holodeck, mentally making the motions::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CMO: I am sure you are fine, I do hope you have your samples secure.
Please come with me, and I will take you to the captain.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::turns to leave the transporter room::

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  I'm sure too.  Just in another 10 days to make sure there is no
incubation period.  This thing went airborne before we knew it.  It was
nasty.  The Nighthawk was almost destroyed.  ::Pauses a moment::  Please
tell this is a nice quiet ship right?  ::Follows the nice man and
wonders if he players poker or could be bribed with a bottle of Romulan
Ale.::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles:: CMO: It would depend how much ale you have, and well as far
as being quiet I was almost turned into a zombie a week or so ago

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::entes the TL:: TL: Bridge

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Oooo a Zombie?  My grandmother practices those arts you know.
They call her the village witch back in Mexico..  She is also a healer
but with herbs.  She also tells fortunes..

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CMO: Well this was no art, it was an alien lifeform that took over the
host body, destorying the brain and using the body for its own wishes.

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Oh please tell me you got samples right?  ::Looks excited.::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CMO: We have enough stuff on it to keep you intrested for awhile

OPS_Running_Horse:
 CO: We are on course to our next destination sir.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::arrives on the bridge::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::looks up as she hears the lift door open, to see the new CMO and the
current CNS::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Laughs:: CNS:  You don't know me very well do you?  Well, you will.
When I'm bored I get into trouble.  You know, on my last ship I had to
put my CO in a forcefield because he wouldn't show up for his physical?
::Steps on the bridge speaking in her outside voice then notices the
CO.::  Ooops

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::smirks thinking she's going to like this CMO::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CMO: You must be Doctor Santiago?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::walks onto the bridge, wondering if the CO heard her::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Comes to attention in front of the Captain.::  CO:  Commander
Santiago reporting for duty, Sir.  ::hands over the orders::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CMO: Commander, nice to meet you. I'm Commander Tar Rin Mash'ev.
Welcome aboard. ::accepts orders::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::walks over to the OPS::  OPS: Could you make sure the new CMO
belongs made it to her quarters safely,::wonders if he should tell the
OPS to lock out the CMO's access to the forcefield systems but decides
that might be fun to watch::

OPS_Running_Horse:
 CNS: Get right on it sir.

CMO_Santiago:
 CO:  Thank you Sir.  ::Smiles::  Hopefully everything is nice and quiet
medically wise.  It's been a rough couple weeks....

OPS_Running_Horse:
 *Yeoman Gergins*: Pick up all of the CMO's belongings and take them to
her assigned quarters please.  Don't loose anything or I will personally
have your head.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CMO: And, not to worry, doctor. I just had my physical. ::Turns so that
they can't see the grin on his face, sits in his chair. ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::walks up behind the CO:: CO: Sir, I don't believe that is correct.
Since I was the last CMO to serve on board, I don't beleive you showed
up?

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Chuckles behind his back.::  CO:  It's going to be fun reading your
records...Were you a Zombie in the last couple weeks Sir?

OPS_Running_Horse:
 <Yeoman Gergins> *OPS*: Yes Ma'am and I won't lose anything. I promise.

OPS_Running_Horse:
 *Yeoman Gergins*: See to it that you don't.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: I had my physical right before you transferred on board. ::smiles::

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Why thank you,  Medical people have to stick together.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CMO: No, I was not a zombie. Though trying to keep the rest of the ship
safe from infection was a battle in and of itself...

CMO_Santiago:
 CO:  I tell you what Sir, you come for a medical and I won't have to
use those nasty forcefields.  ::Humour leaves her for a moment.::  I
totally understand that Sir.  My last Capt subcommed to the plague on
the Nighthawk, it was hard trying to save him.  With so few standing and
nowhere to turn.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CO: Oh, sir that has been awhile ago, and besides what would you thank
of our new doctor if she didn't get your records up to date.  If you
read medical protocal section 4 paragaph 6 you will note when a new CMO
takes over the ships medical area's all senior persoanl are to have a
new physical, you know, just so the new CMO can get to know you.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Likes this counsellor, mayb she won't be missing Varesh as much.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS/CMO: Hmm, well.. I believe the good doctor needs to get settled
first. Perhaps you would join us on the holodeck, later?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiels to the CMO, and is glad the CO isn't a medical person,
otherwise he would know Donnie was doing a lot of BSing::

CMO_Santiago:
 CO:  Aye Sir... Risa right?  ::Hope in her eyes.::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles:: CMO: Well if Risa is on a 17th century pirate ship?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: I suggest you sharpen your sword. ::matter-of-fact type tones::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Winks at the CNS... must remember to send him her copy of the bogus
rules she wrote up on the Nighthawk including all Doctors must have
quarterly visits to Risa for down time.::

OPS_Running_Horse:
 <Yeoman Gergins> *OPS*: Ma'am all the CMO's belongings are safe and
sound in her quarters.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::decides he likes the new CMO::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CMO: It's.. a holonovel. And a chance for the senior officers to let
their down. ::points to his bald head::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Laughs::  CO/CNS:  Pirates...  I'm from a line of spanish princesses
or so legend says...  Maybe Sir, since you won't come to sickbay we can
do your physcial the 19th century way.  ::Grins::

OPS_Running_Horse:
 ::truns:: CMO: All your belongs have been taken to your assigned
quarters.  Welcome aboard sir.

OPS_Running_Horse:
 ::turns back to her console::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises eyebrow at the CMO's comment::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Turns to the OPS::  OPS:  Thank you Lt.  You are most helpful.
::Smiles::

CO_Mash`ev:
 ::turns a lighter shade of blue::  CMO: I hope that won't be necessary.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::laughs:: CMO: So that was what that hacksaw was in my 17th century
medical bag, comanding officers physicals?

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Only the rusty ones my friend.  ::Winks and laughs.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: wonders about his own medical future between the CNS and new CMO. ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CMO: Come with me, Doctor, and I will show you to your quarters and
sickbay::

Brett:
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