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The USS Freedom. The first of its kind. A battleship, capable of warp 9.5 and with a large arsenal of weapons. Its purpose: To defend the United Federation of Planets from a growing Romulan and Borg threat. Her Captain, Michael White, is one of the most experienced commanding officers in the fleet. Her crew is handpicked. Captain White was once called chuch ghIDIna by the Klingons, which means “Veins of Ice”. This nickname has stuck, and most crewmen and officers call him Captain Frost. Their only mission is to protect the neutral zone. With the Romulans hinting at a war, the ship will hopefully be the precursor to prevent it. The ship is also designed to defend the Federation from the Borg Collective. With its massive array of weapons, including a prototype auto-modulating Phaser bank, it should be a fair match against a Borg cube.

This crew is the only standing defense against these attackers. The men and women on these vessels will defend the United Federation of Planets at any cost.
 
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Captain White:

I awoke in my quarters. I had taken the liberty to get used to my living arrangements before we launched the ship, and had been sleeping here for the past 2 weeks. "Lights." I stated, and the lights came on full blast. "Reduce by 90 percent!" i shouted. "Captain to Engineering, the light levels are still off in my Quarters." I stated. I didn't expect a response, sometimes there was none. I stood up, grabbing my uniform shirt and putting it on. I checked myself in the mirror, and went to the replicator. "Cinnamon Sugar Toast with Milk." I stated. "Warm or cold?" The computer asked. "Cold." I stated, and watched the replicator create my food. I took a bite of the toast and a sip of the milk, and went to my view window. I could see the Jupiter Station outside my window. There was an automated stabilizer attached to the ship and i could faintly see the new ship they were building. The one that was to be docked here once the Freedom had launched later today. So far, the lack of attention from the Engineering crew was causing problems. My new First and Second Officer and Chief Engineer were due to arrive within the hour. It was exactly what I needed to focus on my regular duties. My Communications Officer and Chief Medical Officer were due sometime later today, and i was given a week to decide the remaining command positions.

I walked out to the Bridge, taking my chair. The bridge was partially like the Enterprise. with the 3 command chairs separate from the rest of the bridge. However, there was a foot between each seat and the Tactical and Main Engineering Screens were directly behind our chairs. I had recruited my crew to adapt. We needed to be able to adapt to our surroundings. I knew some people on the ship resented my command, being that i was a First Officer for a total of 5 minutes before the Liberator was destroyed. Now, i was the Captain of the greatest battleship to fly for the Federation. My command would be tested, not only by our enemies but by my own crew. I was willing to meet their challenge.

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Commander Kri'Tak was having an exceptionally bad morning. It had begun four hours prior, with an enterprising ensign taking it upon themselves to replace the second plasma regulator during routine maintenance, and managed to place the unit in backwards. What had followed was an hour of the Commander, in her pajamas, desperately moving from jeffrey tube to tube, disassembling and reassembling plasma conduits, looking through a star-ship sized haystack for an incredibly important needle, one about to blow the ship to smithereens. Upon her discovery of the errant tube, security had to be called to escort the Commander away to prevent her from decapitating the ensign. After an hour of failing to convince security that she had calmed down, she was allowed to leave her containment cell to finish maintenance under armed supervision. Two hours of realignment of the entire plasma transfer grid later, her communicator buzzed to life. From the other end, she heard the call of the captain.

"Captain to Engineering, the light levels are still off in my Quarters."

After a several minutes of seething silence, she spoke. "Computer, where is the captain?" to which it responded, "Captain Michael White is on the bridge."

Kri'Tak turned her head slowly, her eyes slowly scanning every member of the engineering team, desperately trying to look busy to avoid her wrath. The ensign who had previously installed the plasma regulator backwards made the mistake of making eye contact. Within a few seconds, she broke down in tears, running out of engineering, barely able to get out the words "I'm filing a report!". Not long after, Kri'Tak made her way to the bridge. Upon entering, she sat down in her chair behind the captain, silently.

"Captain, maintenance on the warp drive is complete." She turned around to mindlessly adjust various dials and variables on the console in front of her, narrowly concealing her seething hatred for everyone on board.
 
Kimberly #49

Jupiter Station is a wonder. Kimberly remembers seeing the schematics, and there are no surprises to the station itself, but there's still something to be said for experiencing it with her own eyes. Especially knowing that this experience will be one the rest of the Kimberlies enjoy, the next time their memories synch.

As she passes along corridors and hallways, the surreal mix of varied alien life continues to stand out. Her years at Starfleet Academy had widened her experience but Kimberly still belongs to a race of beings manufactured by a single race of beings. Her Xenopsychology background suggests it's common for species to isolate themselves, seeking their own advantage, just as the Galorians she belonged to had. It makes the accomplishment of the Federation that much more impressive. And it makes a sight like this just as impressive. These aren't students from various species hoping to learn from each other. All of these alien races are here to work together, have lives together. There are families onboard Jupiter Station. Families.

Then she looks out a station window and sees the USS Freedom. Again, the unclassified schematics for the Federation's premier battleship flash through her recall circuits but don't do justice to the real ship. A ship she has the honor of serving on. The slender, dark-haired Terran-seeming Lieutenant takes a mag lev to the docks before disembarking with the duffel bag she carries. Her meager possessions are already being loaded aboard the ship, likely due to be sent directly to her quarters, but it's customary for officers to carry their personal effects with them, and so she has.

Kimberly presents herself at the dock to the officer of the deck on duty. "Lieutenant Kimberly #49, reporting for duty." She hands over a PADD with her assignment and reporting instructions before offering to shake hands with whoever greeted her.
 
Commander Ashworth (First Officer)

The highly shone boots clicked against the metal gantry, the noise ringing out amongst the confines of Engineering. The figure placed his hands on the metal railing, gazing at the pulsing warp drive in front of him. Even without it being fully warmed up you could feel the raw pulsing power behind the layer upon layer of metal shielding. The unearthly blue/purple light bathed the figure. The deep set wrinkles and balding head wreathed in the glow. It was a sure thing, Commander Ashworth was not exactly a fine piece of art.

He was expected on the Bridge shortly, he had in fact been here for almost 3 hours. He wasn’t much for lie ins at the best of times, but there was far much to do to spend the best part of the day lying about in bed. For coming up to 3 hours he had been stalking the decks of the ship, a tour of Medical, Security, the Holodecks, Weapon systems, and now finally Engineering, the beating heart of the ship. He had done it on every ship he had served on, a chance to get a feel of the departments and crew that served in them before things went underway. Able to get a feel as to those who could be reliable when the going got tough, and those who needed someone with a rod of iron for a spine stood behind them. So far the biggest flag was Engineering, power problems on several decks, and he had overheard a conversation in regards to a incorrectly installed plasma regulator. Whilst with such a new and frankly unique vessel, Engineering teething problems were to be expected to some extent. Whilst expected, they were not acceptable however. A curt and to the point conversation with the Chief Engineer was already near the top of his to do list. A Klingon officer, who had already lashed out at one of her crew just today. Once he heard that, she jumped several places up said list. With a few words scrawled onto a battered black leather bound notebook which he slipped inside his uniform, he turned heading towards the lift, straightening his uniform as he went.

The lift doors slid open, Ashworth stepping forth. His narrowed eyes flicking about the bridge, taking note of the Klingon Officer already manning the Engineering Console. Words would have to be had with that one. There was no time for a slip in standards or discipline, better to nip it in the bud before it has a chance to lay roots and infect other departments. He made his way round to the Captain’s chair, dipping his head in acknowledgement. He was still relatively young, but then again to Ashworth nearly everyone aboard the vessel was youthful in his eyes. But White had an impressive service record. It would be interesting to see whether reality matched the paper. His squint faded, or at least almost did, after his many years of service he had a near permanent frown affixed on his face.

“Morning Captain. Commander Ashworth, your new number one ,”

His voice was curt and rough, like he'd spent the last 20 years with a bad smoking habit. He offered the White his hand. Calloused and scarred in places, it spoke of a man who had spent his life in service. You could tell a lot about a man by his hands.
 
Robert Reyes, Chief Medical Officer​

A faint chime on the sickbay's central monitor signalled that a patient had woken up. Above him, the biobed flickered with vital measurements: 37.6° C...62 bpm...130/80 mm Hg–"elevated," in annoying red text.

"Ehhh, screw you," Robert mumbled, shimmying under the sensor cluster and out of the biobed. His bare toes curled from the shock of the cold floor as he trudged over to the replicator on the wall.

The thing about sickbay replicators is that they aren't programmed to make food–just strictly controlled doses of approved drugs, with valid prescriptions, according to verifiable medical need...whatever. "Coffee," Robert barked.

The computer protested "Coffee is not-"

Robert took a deep breath. "Coffee. Natural source of caffeine. Medical applications in humans include treatment of migraine headaches, bronchodilation, prevention of gallbladder disease...just make some damn coffee, will ya?"

He sauntered out of sickbay with a steaming mug, avoiding eye contact with the bustling crowds on the promenade. Robert always preferred starships to stations–the diverse civilian population could never agree on which side of the road to walk on. Thankfully, the new starship was just about ready to launch.

His assigned temporary quarters were unsullied, save for a pile of standard issue luggage at the foot of the weird squishy bed. He rifled through his bags to find a fresh uniform (thank goodness those things don't wrinkle...) and switched on the sonic shower. Probably a good idea to look presentable on your first day, even though the sonic shower always gave him tinnitus.

Robert's ears were still ringing as he dropped his luggage off in his new, permanent quarters, and headed straight for sickbay. This one'd got all the latest tech–nice–still shiny and clean. Not that Starfleet's sterilization procedures weren't stellar, but...the doctor always knows what's been there, y'know?

"Computer, show me this ship's crew register, pre-existing conditions," he said, picking up the nearest PADD and propping his feet up with his back to the door. "Oh and, uh, give me a proximity alarm on the sickbay door. Two metres." Just enough warning.
 
Captain White: I stood and took the hand of the man before me. "Commander Ashworth. Welcome aboard the Freedom. I'd like to meet with you later regarding a few things." I said, and turned my attention to the Officer behind me. "Commander Kri'Tak. I wasn't aware that you were already aboard. Welcome to the Freedom. I hope you're getting along with the Engineering crew. If you have any adjustments to be made to the crew, please do them before we leave port. We intend to leave around 1600 hours." I said. "Computer, give me the locations of Junior Lieutenant Savir, Lieutenant Kimberly, and Doctor Reyes." I stated. "Junior Lieutenant Savir is not aboard the ship. Lieutenant Kimberly is on deck 8, Doctor Reyes is in the Medical Bay." the computer replied. "If you two would like to join me, I'm going to the Medical Bay to meet Doctor Reyes. Computer, ask Kimberly to meet us in the Medical Bay as soon as she is situated." I stated. "Oh, and by the way, you are both allowed to call me Frost if you so choose." I stated.

Deck Officer Burns: I looked over the Padd and acknowledged the orders. "Welcome aboard Lieutenant. I show your Quarters on deck 10. Let me know if you need anything, just ask for Deck Officer Burns." I stated, and let her pass. "Burns, how are you?" a voice stated as i turned to the deck. "Lieutenant Franklin! Welcome aboard! Captain Frost brought you from the Academy too?" I asked him. "Yep. I'm working in Engineering. Have you met the Chief yet?" He asked me. "Yep, I've met her. Fierce one that is, almost ripped the head off an Ensign." I replied. "Well, i'll just have to see if i can get along with her better." He replied and walked onto the ship.

Lieutenant Franklin: "Computer, Location of Captain Frost." I asked. "Captain Frost is on the Bridge going to the Medical Bay." The computer responded. "Perfect. I'm going to the Medical Bay. Thank you Computer." I stated and walked to the turbo lift and started heading to the Medical Bay. It seemed that i had made it to the bay before the Captain and heard a chime when i was around 2 meters from the door and proceeded to enter the Medical Bay. "Good Morning Doctor." I stated. I could have sworn what i heard was a proximity sensor, but i figured if he had one configured, it was probably for a reason.

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FELIX C.S.O.
Jupiter Station

The ensign cackled under the mure of his breath. "Good luck." Why did he just look at me like that? Surely it wasn't a death post like those rock forts in the Neutral Zone, whose deflector shields served more for posterity than actual protection. Who would dare strike an impenetrable force paralleled by none? The pride of the Federation. Yes, of course...the pride. That was exactly what Her enemies wanted all along: to deal maximum damage with regard to public image. As history has told time and time again, the appearance of weakness often signalled true inferiority in the face of pessimism.

Caldera waved the young man off. They had undergone a crew transfer here with Starbase 74, and the ensign was set to board an Intrepid-class starship enroute to the peaceful homeworld of Persephone V. Oh what Caldera would have done to switch shoes with his compatriot as he turned toward his own new ship. She gleamed brightly with ruby and aqua squares lit across the fore deck and saucers. The USS Freedom, his first naval assignment on an actual starship.

"Ex Astris, scientia... Ex Astris, scientia..." he muttered on the approach. The crew, inevitably his future brothers and sisters, awaited him onboard. Caldera would have to move quickly to extinguish fear and instill confidence not only in himself but of those select others.
Dont think. Execute.

Tapping his combadge,
"Lieutenant Felix Caldera to USS Freedom. Reporting for reassignment. Acknowledge."



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Robert Reyes, Chief Medical Officer​

*bring!*

Aww, company.

The doctor swooped to his feet, holding the PADD between two fingers, and poking at, uh, something on the central monitor with his free hand. 3...2...1...

"Good morning, Doctor."

Who's this guy? He seems friendly...

Robert cracked a toothy human grin, turning to face the newcomer. Two gold pips. Lieutenant. Probably should know who this guy is by now. "It certainly is a good morning, Lieutenant!"

Was that too intense? Abort! "How can I help you?" No, that's even worse. Break the tension...

He glanced down at the PADD in his hand, then back up, leaning slightly against the computer console. "You must be from Betazed to be so wide awake at this hour!"
 
There were few things Savir disliked more than being... well, if not outright late, then not quite punctual... on the first day in a new job, but unfortunately it could not be helped. His transfer to Jupiter Station was delayed by almost a day, since the ship had been asked to answer a distress call from a nearby system and pick up a group of refugees. While the task itself was certainly commendable, it still disrupted his plans and, to add insult to injury, caused him substantial headache. The refugees had filled the ship to the brim and there was nowhere to escape from their thoughts and emotions which oscillated between mild hopelessness and complete misery. It was a relief when the two pairs of three concentric rings lined with windows upon widnows finally came into view. He could also observe the USS Freedom, his future home, hanging motionlessly in the space dock, which provided some additional comfort.

"Excuse me," he said pointedly as soon as the ship docked, somehow managing to elicit a similar reaction he'd have gotten if he had yelled: the crowd made an effort to part and let him pass through. Savir took the closest exit to the station, where he quickly localized a general map and extrapolated the shortest way to the ship. Jupiter Station was brimming with life, as well as artificial life forms, and offered all kinds of temptations along the main promenade he had to cross, from various kinds of junkfood through advanced electronics to merchants trying to make random passer-bys buy a pet tribble. Savir managed to avoid them all, progressing as fast as he could manage without actually running, and arrived at the dock just in time to catch up with another officer who was about to board.

"Good morning Lieutenant," Savir supplied, having overheard the last few words, quickly looking the man down and up, head to toe. His expression was impenetrable, almost judging in the characteristic Vulcan manner, but only for a brief second. Then he nodded to the other man with an unexpected smile.

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Kimberly #49

Beaming at the young man in charge of the deck, Kimberly hefted her duffel bag easily and tucked her PADD under the other arm as she made to follow Burns towards her quarters. The arrival of the other Lieutenant pauses the trip, though, and her gaze switches between the two men as she absorbs details of their gossip. Namely, the Chief of Engineering is female and evidently requires special handling. And this Lieutenant may know the Captain personally.

At which point, her PADD pulsed with updated instructions. Kimberly lifts it up to study the newly received message and nods while tracking Lieutenant Franklin's query of the Captain's location. "Tell you what, Deck Officer," she says to Burns in what's meant to be a friendly manner. "Looks like the Captain wants me to report to him in the Medical Bay so I might as well tag along with Lieutenant Franklin and get introductions out of the way before checking into my quarters. Thanks anyway, though."

Once Franklin heads towards the Medical Bay, Kimberly is quick to follow.

Entering just after Franklin, the dark-haired Galorian Android brightens at the doctor's evident good cheer. Matching it, she chuckles and says "Most of us disembarked from other ships running on different clocks. And of course, I don't sleep at all. Lieutenant Kimberly #49 by the way. Charmed!" Setting her duffel bag down out of the way, she steps forward and offers to shake the hand of the doctor not currently holding his PADD.

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FELIX C.S.O.
Jupiter Station

Caldera whipped around as Savir greeted him on the docks. He immediately locked eyes with the lieutenant and sensed a penetrating aura which made him uneasy. There's something about this...man. The ears. It must be the ears. "Lieutenant," he managed to say, returning an equally curteous yet somewhat intimidated smile.

"I am Felix Caldera, the new Chief of Security on this vessel...perhaps the first ever if I may say so boldly. You must be Captain White's Second Officer," he judged by Savir's command colors. It was improbable for him to be Number One as he was not a commander.

"If it suits you, we can beam over together." Caldera could easily hail the Transporter again but felt a need to refrain out of respect for Savir's designation.


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Savir's right eyebrow went up a notch as he evaluated what he was able to sense from Caldera. It was obvious the man found him intimidating, which didn't come as a surprise, because many people shared this feeling, even those who clearly ouranked him, or whose size was more... impressive. In this case, impressive was probably not the right word, anything else would have been offensive.

"You are quite right," he replied, carefully, wiping the smile off his face as it obviously wasn't making anyone feel more comfortable at the moment. "And that will be acceptable. Let me arrange for it." In all honesty, the main reason why he'd tried so hard to intercept someone in the docks was that he still felt somewhat guilty about his ship's delay and it was going to lookmuch better if he was not the last person to board the ship, in case the Captain cared about such details. He tapped his communicator, lifting his eyes to the USS Freedom. "Junior Lieutenant Savir reporting for duty. Two to transport."
 
Franklin acknowledged the doctor's statement. "My flight came in a few minutes ago, straight from the USS Christopher Pike. I've been working for them since the Wolf 359 incident." He stated, taking a look at the items in the medical bay. "Here are my medical records, i'm not yet in your database, the Captain doesn't even know i'm here yet." Franklin stated, handing over a PADD. He then heard a sensor chime and turned to the door. In came Captain Frost. He stopped when he saw Franklin, and for a moment, forgot everyone else in the room. He went straight to Franklin and pulled him into a hug. It lasted for a second and then Frost's senses came back to him. He put Franklin at arms length, and smiled. "What are you doing here?!" Frost asked. "You left an open invitation, i'm here to accept it." Frank replied. "I wish you would have told me. I've already filled the Chief Engineering slot." Frost stated. "I figured as much. I don't mind working for someone, especially someone held in such high regard as Kri'tak." Frank said, and looked on as the Klingon stood in the doorway.

"Well, it's good to see you. Kri'tak, this is Lieutenant Marcus Franklin. He's an engineering specialist, let me know if you have room on your team for him. If not, i can find a different place for him." Frost said, turning to Kri'tak mid sentence. "You must be Doctor Reyes. Pleasure to meet you." Frost said, turning to the doctor. "Lieutenant Kimberly 49. Welcome aboard the Freedom. You are all my Senior Staff. I'm waiting on the arrival of our Chief Security Officer and Second Officer. I actually believe they are arriving now. I would like to meet with you all one on one sometime over the next week to understand any problems you have and what you need to resolve them. This is a brand new ship, there are bound to be problems that Jupiter Station overlooked. I want you all to get to know your departments." Frost stated, checking the computer for any standing orders. He approved the Transport of his 2 missing officers, and focused his attention back on his staff. "I expect the best out of all of you. You are free to go about your duties." he stated, and turned to Franklin. "Did you already talk to Burns?" "Yeah, i ran into him on the way up. Figured this was the best way to surprise you. You know i love surprises." Franklin replied. "lam Qot. You dirty liar. You hate surprises." Frost said, smiling and stepping away from his old friend. He stood, waiting for anyone who felt it necessary to introduce themselves or if someone already has information for him regarding their department.

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Teyla Jotai was waiting for Savir and Caldera in the Freedom's main transporter room.
"Welcome aboard!" she greeted with a smile. "I'm Lt Teyla Jotai, your helmsman for this mission. The captain has a little meet and greet set up, so if you'll come this way."
Behind her cheery exterior, the trill studied the two officers. She had been perusing the personal files to get familiar with some of her new crew mates. She had looked up Caldera because he was chief of security and...well, some old survival habits died hard. Savir caught her interest due to his mixed species. She hadn't read to much into his abilities, but the mix of two telepathic races probably had some interesting effects. Was he reading her mind now?
"I may have to be careful what I think around him." Teyla thought.
"Had a good trip here?" SHe asked aloud in a casual tone as she turned to lead the two officers.
 
Robert Reyes, Chief Medical Officer

Robert gave the android a single quick handshake, struggling not to roll his eyes at such a painfully, insultingly obvious statement.

Instead, he chose to be enraptured by the lieutenant's medical record, sending it to join the others with a flick of a finger.

*bring!*

Aww, come on!


The Freedom's sickbay was quite large, even by Galaxy class standards. Even so, Robert was starting to feel awfully crowded.

And he really needed to shut off that damn alarm.

He gave the captain a forced smile, but the captain seemed much more interested in the lieutenant. They clearly knew each other well.

Lieutenant Franklin took painkillers for a headache on stardate 49377.4, FASCINATING...

"I would like to meet with you all one on one sometime over the next week to understand any problems you have and what you need to resolve them."

Well that's just great...actually, I should do that too. He opened his mouth to chime in, but it seemed the captain had already moved on. That man sure does know how to command a room, even if the room isn't actually his. And now he's just standing there, with his chin up and his shoulders square, looking like he could just blast off into orbit.

Robert plonked the PADDs onto the console, looking straight at the captain while addressing the entire room. "Give me your medical files. Everyone. If they aren't in the records." He took a few long steps forward, pointing a finger at everyone in the room. "I expect to see each and every one of you in here within the next few days. It won't do for anyone to be having a panic attack, or a heart attack, when you're staring down a Borg cube, you hear?"
 
Kimberly #49

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When the Captain address her, Kimberly straightens to attention. His engagement and his offer to meet up is a pleasant surprise. Perhaps he's not briefed on the bios of his new officers? While most Starfleet officers haven't been especially prejudical, Kimberly's experienced more than her share of awkward conversations. Most Federation citizens have spent very little time around artificial lifeforms, after all. But this ship promises something new.

"Thank you, sir," she says, acknowledging Captain Frost's orders. "Unless another Kimberly Series is serving onboard, Lieutenant Kimberly's fine."

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The Doctor's irritation with her passes Kimberly right by. With the Captain in the room, she shifts her attention to him and doesn't pay Doctor Reyes further mind until he addresses the room. Kimberly reorients on him, consults her PADD and promptly synchs it with the medical bay's computers. "My schematics have been downloaded for you to review at your convenience, Doctor," she says politely. "I'll understand if you'd prefer to refer me to Engineering, however."

Looking between those assembled, the Communications officer says "I suppose I'll check the duty roster for when my first shift begins, and settle into my quarters in the meantime. I look forward to working with each and every one of you!" Kimberly's enthusiasm at the idea is patently obvious.
 
FELIX C.S.O.
USS Freedom - Transporter Room

Beaming in beside Savir, the security chief swiftly approached Jotai and shook her hand (if returned). "Ah, Helmsman. Excellent, it seems we will all be working closely together." He found himself rubbing his palms for a bit of warmth. Cool to the touch.

"I do believe you received our introductions already," he gestured toward his commbadge and then to Savir. "As for the ride in, well...let's just say when the ship you board loses its EM coil 3 lightyears from Jupiter Station, you're bound to slow down." Shrugging like "What can you do?", he then turned toward Savir once more to see what he would do.

If Savir follows Jotai, then the lieutenant will form up behind him as the trio head to the meet and greet.


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There were a series of intricate calculations taking place in the Klingon's brain, nearly as many, she thought, as the android who joined the crew. A great many of these were on how to best eliminate every person in the room, but those were always the first calculations made. The final product of these calculations was a silent turn from the room to return to the bridge.

After weighing her options, she decided that leaving the area entirely would be the best solution, definitely above talking to all those... people. People with gaping mouths and odors and words and eyes that look at you and don't stop staring. Even the android was a fair enough facsimile to set off every alarm that another person was in the room, which came as a great disappointment to Kri'tak. A machine was something she could understand, she could control. A person?

It was clear that this feeling emanated freely from Kri'tak's face as she walked through the corridors of the ship, officers keeping a wide berth to avoid her gaze as they move around like rats, scurrying from hole to hole. She didn't mind the solitude. The walk back to the bridge was an excruciatingly long one in her mind, as the eight chambers of her heart pounded louder and louder, the breath in her three lungs growing shallower and shallower. The calculations in her mind grew too complex, too quickly. She raced for the proper solutions to countless variables, and settled on what she always settled on. Blood-curdling anger. Anger proved a fitting solution. Her blood boiled with it, it poured out of her eyes and into pools on the floor. In short, she returned to her usual self. This satisfied the unfilled variables, and she continued on her way to the bridge.
 
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Senior Chief John Conrad


The Senior Chief had moved on board the USS Freedom as soon as the crew quarters were habitable. That had been almost two months ago. Normally the enlisted crewmembers were billeted into rooms with several other crewmen, but being a Senior Chief allowed John to a stateroom that was normally reserved for two ensigns. Now this was not to say he would not have roommate, but just that one had not been assigned to him yet and he was not opposed to having one either.

Currently he was sitting in the forward observation deck and was watching the coming and going of various shuttles, worker-bees, and other starships moving about the station. In his large calloused hand rested comfortably a steaming cup of fresh brewed coffee. Not replicated coffee, but grown, ground, and brewed on board by John. This was something of a hobby and passion for John. While the rest of the crew and officers got on board and settled in he had been training and setting up the Tactical Unit for the past several months. Every morning had been an early morning filled with lots of running, calisthenics, weapons drills, and hand to hand combat training. That was just the mornings. The afternoons and evenings were filled with the other part of his job, training the regular security teams in order to maintain good order and discipline and enforce Star Fleet regulations.

So for him to have a quiet morning to enjoy a cup of coffee by himself was quite a treat. Taking a slow sip John glanced down at his PADD and noted that by now the Captain would be meeting his command staff. He was looking forward to meeting his new boss, a young Lieutenant Caldera, knowing Markus he would have the senior officers chatting for a little while and then send them to get to know their Departments. Fortunately for the Lieutenant, John had been getting the Security Department into order.

Taking another sip of his coffee he stood to his full height and with the athletic grace of a boxer moved to exit the observation deck and made his way to the Security office, where he had some administrative work to do anyways before the ship left the station. He passed several crew members giving each a polite nod or returning a greeting as he passed. His route took him pass the main transporter room where he entered to check on the scheduled arrivals when he found Lieutenant Junior Grade Jotai greeting two new officers, one of whom fit the description of the new Chief Security Officer and the other was a Vulcan with unusual eyes. 'Must be the Number Two.' He thought having read over read through all of the command staff service records. Senior Chief gave Savir a courteous nod. "Morning Ma'am, causing new trouble this morning?" Giving the Trill a smile and a wink as he stepped into the room and to the side to give way to his superiors. "Gentlemen, welcome aboard." He tucked his PADD under his left arm, carefully holding his cup of hot coffee in his left hand, John extended his large paw-like right hand to them. "I'm Senior Chief Conrad, I'll be running the day to day operations for the security of this ship as well as the Tactical Unit Leader." He smiled warmly in a friendly manner, small smile lines creasing around his eyes, with a firm handshake if either of them took it, that showed a confidence and strength of decades of experience. "Lieutenant Caldera, I am looking forward to working with you."

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Savir listened to Caldera's explanations, head tilted a little to the side as happened to be his habit when he was being attentive. It seemed they had both been held up by unusual circumstances; Caldera appeared to be quite casual about it. "My journey was quite eventful as well," he added simply, not bothering to go into detail. He wasn't one to come up with excuses or lengthy explanations unless they were required by an authority. The young trill probably wasn't interested in what either of them had to face prior to beaming up, she'd asked because it was considered polite in a multitude of cultures present on board.

And, despite her cheery attitude, she was also uncomfortable around him, that much he could tell without trying. Perhaps she believed he was already judging her, or secretely trying to pry her deepest secrets - and maybe she had a reason to be afraid of that, because he recalled all too well from the files he'd received on the crew that her symbiont was considered somewhat of a gamble. But it didn't work that way. Even with his superior abilities, Savir didn't receive every single thought of the people around him. Mostly, it was just a general context, emotions, or thoughts that were loud, desperate and repetitive enough to broadcast. Now, if he touched someone or spent enough time focusing on a person, that was a completely different matter.

That was why he found himself at a loss for a moment when the Senior Chief arrived to greet them, reaching out in a manner that made it hard to avoid a handshake. He seemed like a likeable, honest man with plenty of experience under his belt and it would be unfortunate to offend him the first thing. In his childhood, Savir had been taught something different, but after being rescued from the facility he'd grown up in, everyone imposed on him that it was considered highly impolite to read others without their consent. Therefore, his first instinct was to fold his hands behind his back, but he stopped midair, deciding to address the problem instead. "Junior Lieutenant Savir. I am pleased to meet you as well, Chief," he said, his eyes shifting to the man's outstretched hand. "However, I do not wish to intrude on your thoughts without your consent."

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Captain Frost watched as Kri'Tak left the room. "I think she likes you." Frost said to Franklin. He then turned to the Doctor. "I uploaded my records earlier this week, they should already be in the system." Frost stated. Soon, the Doctor would discover that Frost spent 2 months with a psychiatrist after his actions at Wolf-359 and had been placed on an anti-depressant. He had long since been off of it, but it was still in his medical record. This did slightly worry him, but he had heard that Robert was the best. He would hopefully understand that it was in Frost's past but was definitely something he needed to know. Just then, Frost's PADD chirped to life and he read his orders. He quickly turned to Franklin, a look of "It's time to fight." and slapped his com-badge. "All hands, Red Alert. I say again, Red Alert. Man battle-stations and await further orders. All senior officers to the bridge." Frost stated, and quickly started to fast-walk to the Bridge, with Franklin quick in tow.

They soon arrived on the Bridge, and Frost took his seat. He tapped his com-badge again. "Burns, if anyone is still boarding they have 2 minutes otherwise they are waiting for us to return." He stated, and his com badge chirped back at him. "Understood sir, I'll put a rush on it." Burns replied. Having most of the Officers on the Bridge, he decided to use his Com-Badge to communicate the orders. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the USS Freedom, this is Captain Markus White. We have been informed that the USS Liberty has been out of communication and is currently heading towards Starfleet Command at warp 9.5. Our orders are to stop the ship at any cost and board it. The Liberty is less than 45 minutes from the Lunar Ring. We're off to a running start folks. I expect your best. This is not a drill." Frost stated over his com badge. "Kri'Tak, how fast can you get the engines online?" He said turning to the Klingon. They had been running drills on the engine but had never taken her above warp 7. He didn't want to rush Kri'Tak, but they were the only ship combat-effective that could intercept before the ship reached Earth, and he needed the ship ready to fight. She was the best damn engineer according to her record, and he was hoping that she could prove it right.


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She pressed two buttons. "Done." Federation ships had several advantages over her Birds, mostly ease of access. Klingons aren't exactly known for friendly user interface. "Warp coils charging, we're ready to jump on your order, Captain." She only hoped that nothing else had been put in backwards, or else the Freedom would be a warp-speed pile of debris.
 
It was finally the day. The day the young, profit hungry Ferengi had been waiting for. The day the profits would start flowing in. The profit was so thick in the air he could almost taste it. It was going to be a very good day, he could feel it......That had been three hours ago. Now the Ferengi sat at the navigational controls, right foot propped up on his left knee and turned to face the rest of the bridge crew. He would lean back in his chair, eyes occasionally lingering on the captain's char. He was going to be a captain one day. Turning back around, Sovak would lean back in his chair and interlock his fingers. “Wonder how much that chair costs...” he would muse aloud to himself, straightening up when in the distance behind himself he heard the turbo lift come to rest a second before the doors opened. Several sets of feet stepped off, followed by their very first orders being given. A ship flying like a bat out of hell straight for the Human home world. Even Sovak wouldn't try something so reckless. It was pure suicide. They obviously weren't transporting anything illegal. Flying warp 9.5 was too much of an attention draw. There couldn't be an emergency where they were going, or the Freedom would have been informed. Which lead Sovak to believe the Liberty was, for whatever reason, running away from something. He got his hands ready to lay in coordinates when they were given. The captain's words of choice had the Ferengi's ears perked up. Board the ship? Boarding another ship opened it up to the possibility of plundering. Plundering leads to profit. See? He had this Starfleet stuff in the bag. “Best captain, Aye.

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The Captain's announcement of Red Alert overrides some of her basic Emotional Emulation Engine protocols and she straightens to full attention. When Frost and Franklin exit the medical bay, Kimberly follows hot on their heels, matching their exact pace.

Once they arrive on the bridge, the Lieutenant takes her cues from the Captain. Frost heads for her chair, confirming her suspicion this wouldn't be a conventional conference room meeting, so she heads for hers. A gentle tap of an Ensign's soldier and an equally gentle smile is all she needs to slide into place. Kimberly's already familiar with the USS Freedom's system layout specs, thanks to a download on route to this duty assignment, but it's still her first time sitting in the hot seat here, so to speak. Despite the Red Alert, she finds herself grinning and immediately schools her features as she lowers the sensitivity of her EEE.

Then Captain Frost lays out the situation for the whole ship. Kimberly doesn't waste a moment. She keys in her access codes, confirms she's authenticated to work aboard the USS Freedom in accordance with her transfer orders, and immediately pulls all spec data on the USS Liberty. Then Kimberly takes a deep breath and pulls up the USS Liberty's prefix code along with all necessary data required to remote into the other Starfleet ship's systems.

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The Chief Engineer and the Navigator have both indicated the ship's ready to depart so Kimberly manages to keep her mouth shut. At least until the Captain's given the order to engage. She waits another crucial few minutes for the ship's disembarkation maneuvers to finish so they can get underway to warp. The instant they do, the dark-haired Lieutenant swivels in her chair to face the command chair.

"Captain," she calls out to get Frost's attention. "I've pulled up the Liberty's prefix code along with the authenticated Starfleet access keys. I can try to remotely shut her down from here, right now, but I don't recommend it, Sir. If someone else is in charge of that ship, there's enough transmission lag time at this distance that they might be able to override it before I can shut them down or even get a read on the situation. Recommend we close within," she glances at the Navigation console before adding, "Ten minutes to intercept for optimum results in taking control of the ship if that's your order."

Assuming hostiles control the Liberty. And assuming they haven't found a way to shut down communications...
 

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