Monday, January 31, 2011

[USS Charon] SD 241101.30 || Joint Backlog || "Bring in the Vulcans" Pt. III | Eng. T'Yleh, Ens. Neyes

<<OOC: This is the third installment of the series, if you'll recall, Mr. Neyes and T'Yleh (one of the Vulcans assigned to assist the Charon) are stuck in a turboshaft whilst Charon undergoes her overhaul. :) >>

=/\= Turboshaft 4-Alpha, 2 hours since collapse =/\=

Neyes rolled his eyes at the Vulcan woman. She'd been systematically shutting down every single attempt he'd made at conversation, productive suggestion, and brain-storming he'd made in the last two hours. To make matters worse he was beginning to get a massive headache. He suspected it was her dark, empty soul slowly sucking the life from his body. Alright, perhaps that was a little extravagant, but she was really a pissy little thing.

He shifted uncomfortably as he sat near the bottom of the turboshaft, on top of the brushed lift that had nearly scraped them off the walls. It hadn't taken him long to discover that the lift itself was a victim of a spontaneous malfunction. No one was inside, and it appeared that no one else had been injured. It would have been a terrible shame for him to die because a fucking turbolift went crazy, especially after all he'd been through already on this ship. Now it seemed the ship might kill him to spite itself, even though he saved her from being eaten alive by angry Romulans. To make matters worse, she'd locked him in an airtight and rapidly warming shaft of death with a cranky Vulcan female. Damn you, Charon, he thought. Damn. You.

"They're testing the stability of the energy supply lines. Without environmental controls in the turboshafts... which I ordered shutdown... we'll be engineer burgers in short order." He called up to her.

Well yes, that would explain why the temperature, if not the air in here was becoming almost tolerable. It did not explain what a burger was. However, T'Yleh had trained herself to not inundate outworlders with requests to clarify each and every metaphor or indigenous phrase as most turned out to be ridiculously nonsensical in any case

Canting her head thoughtfully, the Vulcan tried once more to reach out with her mind to any colleague nearby which was not made easier by the Trill's incessant chatter

Rather vexing, really, to be surrounded by her own race and not able to make oneself heard because those who would recognize her unique signature were running in silent mode as it were. And everyone else would have a hard time locating the origin of the telepathic distress signal. It was enough to warrant a colorful metaphor or two.

"Would it be possible to amplify your communications badge's signal?" Incredible that no one had noticed the Chief Engineer's disappearance as it was

T'Yleh gave the open panel before her nose a Look that by all rights should have made it try and disappear into the wall and tried to find a reason why the piece of optronic cable was … wiggling.

He shook his head. "We've been over this, internal sensors, communications, and all methods they'd use to get us out of here are currently offline. They're all on the bottom of the list, with the exception of internal sensors." He paused for a moment. "At least we have the comfort of knowing they'll know we're dead." A morbid smile made it's way over his face. Even now he found it funny that he was once again in this position.

"I was not suggesting an attempt to communicate with Charon."

Comfort? Once more she had the impression of being mercilessly teased, something a Vulcan will tolerate from family and close friends – very close – but hardly appreciate from strangers. Little enough she knew of Trill culture, but this statement did not fit the facts she knew and combined with the smile, … well, it was nigh insufferable. Or perhaps it was the smell that grated on her. The sudden urge to simply assault the turbolift walls with her bare hands and tear a hole into them reasserted itself. It might not get them anywhere, but it might make her … feel better.

Maintaining an expression of near perfect equanimity, T'Yleh peered down to where the Trill was sitting on top of the heap of twisted metal and repressed the urge to sneeze again. Her rosewood colored uniform covered in soot and other stains the origins of which she did not wish to ponder, she rather appeared like a disgruntled elf after an encounter with an angry chimney including pokers, but there was not one shiny hair on her head out of place. 

"How long until sensors will be online?"

The heat was beginning to bother him. He pushed his head back against the turboshaft wall and sighed. Giving into her constant questions, he tried to think of how the staff would handle the repairs. Lieutenant Nealson had proven to be exceptionally helpful, if not rather curt, so his presence was bound to speed up the process. Landon had relieved crewman Gushly because of his too-frequent restroom breaks, and they had just finished re-coupling the power relays to the aft array...

"I'd give it another three hours. I honestly think we're going to have to find our own way out of here."


What was the Trill thinking she had been attempting to do all this time?

If this was how Yel-Halitra ran their ships it was no surprise they had to rebuild and repair all the time. Were the circumstances less unfortunate, T'Yleh might have found it fascinating.

Three hours. They'd be long dead by then. So …

There was the option of ripping out the cables and see if the conduit they were nestled in was wide enough to squeeze through. However, the engineer was rather broad shouldered and like as not would get stuck before he got anywhere.

The Vulcan stared at the offending cable and poked it like an inquisitive feline might swat at a feather dangling before its nose, a thoughtful frown creasing her elegantly slanted brows.

He closed his eyes, trying to think of some... passage or entrance. He hadn't had all that much time to familiarize himself with the finer details of the inner working of the ship yet. He'd spent far too much time trying to arrange a meeting with the Captain, or getting the ship back without half of it breaking off in the process. All the same, there were some material basics to starship construction that he was inherently knowledgeable about. Starships, even scientific cruisers like Intrepids or Lunas needed large conduits in the hull for passageways that weren't ever used by the crew. Jefferies tubes were one thing, but there were access shafts used only by the ships tubes and energy thoroughfares. They were... uncomfortable, to say the least, but if there were any in the tube above them they might be able to navigate out. Without a tricorder, though, it would be rough.

Neyes cringed as his arm flared up in pain for a moment. Through clenched teeth, he called back up to her. "You see any access hatches? Maybe something marked with yellow and green chevrons?"

"There are blue chevrons approximately twenty-one point four four meters above. Green chevrons appear to have been scratched and damaged by the turbolift's descent and are now half covered by debris, forty eight degrees off your left foot." That blinking cable seemed to have the rather irate Vulcan positively mesmerized. She had spoken without taking her eyes off it and was currently in the process of recalling any more odd symbols in the vicinity while the main part of her brain was busy complaining about the smell and wondering whether there was sufficient power in this blasted thing yet to cause a spike which might draw attention to them or whether the resulting explosion would reduce them to interesting blotches on the metal.

"There are no yellow chevrons in evidence, however with sufficient lighting it might be possible to determine the colour of the markings thirty-two point seven meters above."

At last the Vulcan deigned to favor the male sitting below with another glance and raised an eloquent brow "Which of course presents the issue of reaching any hatch when no ladder or obvious handhold is available."

Neyes' eyes looked from side to side. The woman's insanely calculative mind split the hairs of reasonable and annoying. Why did she have to provide him with the 'precise' measured distance for everything? He would have just said 'up there, and one above that', which would of course offend her need to quantify everything into some empirical unit. Landon sighed resignedly. "Well. With no hand holds, we'll just have to make some." He rummaged through the debris beneath him. Fortunately, the composition of the metal shards and fragments were just what he needed. "The turbolift system uses high energy magnetodynamic transfer fields to propel the pod up, down, across, and wherever... without it having to touch anything."

He'd gone from the cryptic to stating the obvious in two point seven seconds. Though one might qualify his earlier statement as blatantly obvious as well if one ignored the fact he failed to specify how they were going to make said handholds. In essence, T'Yleh's minutely canted head could be described as the Vulcan equivalent to 'Duh'.

He crawled over to a ripped open circuit panel along the wall. Hesitant to simply stick his hand into the fare, he took the microfilament out of his commbadge. With a satisfied grin, he eyed the tiny filament, then began working in the panel. The dimly lit circuits buzzed and clicked as Neyes unleashed his engineering skills upon them. Usually he didn't enjoy sitting at the bottom of any situation, but it was oddly rewarding to watch the smug Vulcan as she tried to figure out his plan.

Highly unusual. If not outright odd.

There was no discernible pattern to the Trill's behavior, and as for his poking and prodding … he did not really … oh, my. "I must point out that the attempt to …" ah. Too late. What was the human expression again? Out of the pan, into the drain?

Before Landon had a chance to say anything, a burst of sparks shot out of the panel. A dull throbbing sound resonated inside the tube, and he laughed out loud. Shaking a victorious fist up to T'Yleh, he shouted to the woman. "Haha! YES. With the maglift active..." he grabbed a piece of debris, holding it in his hand, "the metallic pieces of crap down here will suddenly become useful." First, he showed it to her, then Landon held it out towards the black and yellow strip of inlaid hull going up the height of the shaft. At first the metal did nothing, but as he slowly inched it closer, the hunk of metal yanked itself from Neyes' hold and slammed against the wall, held by an unseen force. He did it once more with another piece, and placed it a meter or two above the first.

"Yes, engineer Neyes." T'Yleh watched the man's antics with the air of a nanny whose little charge has just started feeding pieces of ham to the neighbor's Rottweiler. Any second now the big, goofy, daft animal would decide it wanted to play.

"They will become useful. They will also, with a 97.88 percent probability, become increasingly unstable." As if only too willing to prove the Vulcan right and terribly wrong at the same time, the shattered debris groaned but failed to do anything dramatic.

"I should also point out that the grate you are standing on is attempting to move. Have you calculated the minimum amount of power necessary for the 'junk' as you classified it to carry our weight?"

Landon was trying to listen but something suddenly bothered him. Being acutely aware of himself, his collar felt odd, and he was unable to ignore it. With a quick hand up to the fine uniform cloth around his neck, he felt a small hole. He raised an impressed eyebrow and leaned forward toward the maglift wall. Neyes whistled, distinctly disturbed and awed at the sight of his rank pip firmly attached to the wall. The magnetic field was obviously powerful, and enough to get the job done. Thankfully his armature was purposely designed not to be susceptible to these kinds of things. "I hope you're not wearing any magnetic jewelry, ma'am." He said.

If she did, she was not going to elaborate. Of course, if she had worn her … jewelry, it would by now be stuck to the maglift's wall, whether she was still attached to it or no, so the question seemed yet another example of pointless comments. "Jewelry is …" she had been about to say 'a safety hazard at work and therefore illogical' but the Trill who apparently loved the sound of his own voice echoing in their dungeon rudely interrupted once more. Dropping something heavy on his head became a most difficult urge to resist.

Instead, T'Yleh settled for a surprisingly forceful tug at the optronic cable which sparked and gave a rather satisfactory whine before coming loose. Now, then. Only a few more things to destroy and rip apart and she might actually fit into that narrow little passage. Sounded like a satisfying prospect. The destroying part.

Neyes eyed up at her as she tore away into the panel of circuits and optronic innards. He had to remind himself that desperate situations called for desperate measure, and taking her callous destruction of his ship's systems shouldn't be taken personally. Nevertheless, he felt like she was going at it with a wee bit too much enthusiasm. For a Vulcan, anyway. "See if you can get that hatch open, and I'll get to work on that handhold you mentioned."

The question 'Which one?' presented itself, but it was logical to assume he was referring to the one just barely visible in the dim light above. The closest one. T'Yleh should perhaps be mildly flattered that the engineer assumed she was familiar enough with the Luna-class to manipulate the locks with only a heap of junk at her disposal. Under the circumstance however the Vulcan barely managed to bite back a sharp comment in her native tongue and stared at the aforementioned junk which by rights should have withered and shrunk away under her glare.

"I should point out that even if I am able to release the locks we will still have to manually force the hatch open. Judging by its appearance it has not been accessed in at least two point three seven standard years" Not to mention it had not taken kindly to a falling turbolift mangling the walls on its way down.

Now … if one twisted the cable like this and then bridged that power conduit … perhaps not. Somewhere far off, the sound of an unpleasant overload echoed through empty maintenance shafts.

Vulcans do not say 'ooops'. They are however fully capable of thinking 'oh, dear'.

For two point seven seconds, T'Yleh considered the option of causing more havoc of this kind until even the half blind and deaf engineers on this ship would catch on and attempt to track the source. Considering their current predicament however, they would be 'burghers' before that happened. And while the Vulcan might possibly be able to squeeze into this tiny tunnel and rip at cables until she was able to reach questionable safety, she might as well try to stuff a Sehlat into a basket before wrestling the broad shouldered Trill in there. Damn.

Right. She hadn't tried that connection yet. Or perhaps the blue-ish, wriggling thing? She could be shorting out the last bit of light in here or make the magnets fail before she ever found the right one. Reasonably, she should proceed with caution. Logically, she should … just follow her gut.

T'Yleh's face betrayed nothing when a soft whine and click above followed another little explosion. But her eyes had the shine of a Le-Matya with fresh blood on its fangs.

Surprisingly enough, the Trill had already assembled what had to be the ugliest, most haphazard ladder in the history of spaceships,  and was currently testing a piece of twisted metal for its ability to keep an engineer balancing above the shattered wreck that had been a turbolift cabin.

In a few minutes the two were able to move up and gain purchase against the hatch. Landon was admittedly unsure of the endeavor into the conduits of the ship, but really... there wasn't much else to do except hope for hope that someone discovered them before the temperature rose too high. Ideally, Landon could just sit there and wait for his ready and trusty team of underlings to save them, but this was not an ideal situation. No, him and the Vulcan woman were going to have to strive for a peaceful working relationship until either they were both killed inside the bowels of his own ship (a tragic irony), or they succeeded and broke free into normal areas. The almost unnoticed urge to simply beat T'Yleh over the head and leave her inside Charon, unable to find her way out was not lost on Landon. While he would never do such a terrible thing to another ally... he grinned morbidly at the thought.

"I don't suppose you could move a little faster, Ty-lee? Am I pronouncing that right, ma'am?"

"T'Yleh." the Vulcan stated firmly. Not that outworlders ever got it quite right, and most of her race bore the mangling of their names with stoic patience. But there were limits. Would he like it to be called L'aahn-donn? A slip in pronunciation and his name would mean 'Things you scrape off decks' which admittedly had some elegant irony to it.

"And I should point out that I am adjusting my speed to allow for your injury."

And to his lumbering about when the Vulcan could have scaled the wall with feline grace. But saying that out loud would be almost as rude as simply treating him as an inconvenient thing you climbed over.

Neyes grabbed the hatch with both hands and strained as he began to pull at it with the best strength he could muster, given his weakened condition. Since the Charon wasn't entirely brand new, this particular area of the ship hadn't been accessed in quite some time, and the seals were stubborn. The man gritted his teeth as his muscles tensed, a little sweat starting to show clearly on his brow. Groaning through his teeth, Landon could feel the hatch start to give way. "Almost... got... it..." A few more moments passed of Landon pulling, bearing through the pain of his irritated implant as he used it's enhancing ability to pry the door loose. Finally it popped off sending dusty and metallic debris glittering off of it. Neyes quickly dropped it however, when his hands started to feel incredibly hot. It tumbled the 20 meters or so to the bottom of the shaft.

"Fan-freaking tastic." Landon sighed. There was an obviously visible heat wave billowing from the air inside the newly opened porthole. Ripples of discomfort washed up and into the tube above them, and Landon's face betrayed his sudden dread of facing two hazards at once. A impetuous Vulcan, and heat.  The difference in temperature was staggering, and it almost hurt his face to look inside. "No environmental controls. Excellent idea, Landon." He said to himself.

Males. Apparently some things held true across many species, and the ability to say and do nonsensical things was one of them. Then again, he seemed quite proud of himself for having pried the hatch loose when a person with superior strength and no damaged arm was standing by and twiddling her metaphorical thumbs. The heatwave however was not entirely unpleasant, adding to the ambient temperature that already was well within a Vulcan's comfort zone.

"You had expected differently?"

No end to the illogic it seemed.

"I have learned that expectations only lead to more work. After you?" He grinned.

T'Yleh failed to see what could possibly be humorous about … well, anything in their current situation. But she nodded all the same and with a twist of her hip avoided touching the annoying male before she dove head first into the porthole.

It rather felt like the plains of Gol on a spring morning. Without the sand, which was some improvement. Even the smell wasn't quite so bad in here which did wonders for the migraine that was occupying more and more of her mental focus to remain subdued.

"How long until the ambient temperature will impede your functions, engineer Neyes?"

Now wouldn't that be precious if she would have to haul his bulk through the already narrow passageway. She'd rather drag a scrambling Sehlat up a hill.

"Are you examining my posterior?" not that he had much of a choice in views as it were. But Vulcans, especially irritated ones, can be times be a tad touchy, not to mention sense a lingering glance with alarming accuracy.

"You wish, sister." Landon scoffed. "I've been married seven times, four times to women and three more times AS a woman. I've seen it and I'm not impressed. I'm also technically engaged to a not-irritating human. A far more logical choice if I do say so myself." Of course, the Landon host was a bit friskier than many of the previous individuals Neyes had been a part of. "You do have a wonderfully shaped backside, though. You work out?"

Sister? And how could one be 'technically' engaged?

"If you are implying that your behavior patterns would not be well received by any other than an equally irrational individual, you are correct. It is a more reasonable choice." Married seven times indeed. One should assume that alone should give this male a shred of comprehension, though it apparently hadn't done anything for his manners. How could a being have such a wealth of experience and still act like an adolescent Sehlat?

"Vulcans do not 'work out', engineer Neyes. We do however exercise daily to remain in satisfactory condition and able to perform our duties in the expected manner."

Not to mention ingrained habits died hard on a planet where dying had for millennia been the swift result of not being fast and strong at all times. Vulcan was not a world that granted a lot of second chances. Perhaps that was why the human adage of 'try, try, try again …' had never really caught on. If at first you didn't succeed, chances were you never had to try again.

A dull hissing sound could be heard as Landon accidentally touched the tubing running along inside the incredibly tightly spaced corridor the two were worming their way though. He cringed and cursed quietly in Trill. "And I'll be just fine, Engineer T'Yleh. Trill might be a lush and vibrantly gorgeous world of forests and oceans, but I can take a little heat. By little, I also mean the 36 degree C temperature it's pushing in here."

Why did people always feel the need to point out the pleasant ecosystems of their homeworlds? Betimes one got the impression of a youngling taunting another with a shiny toy. Oh, look, I got a planet where it actually rains and lots of plants that won't kill you if you look at them the wrong way. All you got is a ball of sand with a bad attitude. 


"It is of course fortuitous that you can 'take a little heat' as it were. However, your breathing and heart rate suggest considerable discomfort." Not to mention those colorful metaphors had been … vibrantly colorful. One didn't need to speak Trill to catch the meaning.

The Luna-class schematics scrolling past her mind's eye, T'Yleh crawled past another dirty and charred hatch. It was truly flying into the face of all probability that this assemblage of scrap metal wasn't yet coming apart at the seams. Thirty-five point three three more meters and they should … well, perhaps not. A mass of bent metal and broken power conduits blocked the Vulcan's path and she huffed in indignation. So much for the most promising exit from this claustrophobic, ill-smelling tube.

She turned to see what imprecisely witty comment the Starfleet engineer had to offer to their current situation, only to see him face down on the deck of the tube, breathing heavily.

Neyes felt like his body was evaporating. His skin was inconceivably hot to the touch, and to say his head felt flighty and light would have been an understatement. With a puff of air, he tried to say something.

"So… we can… *wheez*... I just…. …. yeah."

Then he passed out. 

=/\= TBC... =/\=

Engineer T'Yleh

Ens. Landon Neyes
Chief Engineer

Sunday, January 30, 2011

[USS Charon] SD241101.30 CMDR Arcos Darye CSci, Sci Report and Duty Log


Arcos sat at his desk, his arm feeling back to the norm as it had been for a few months now.  He was happy to be aboard the ship again.  He had spent a few weeks at a science confrence.  Now it was time to see if he could implement some of the ideas presented at the confrence.  Paging through the notes collected on his handheld personal assistant device, he was interupted by his administrative assistant.

"Sir?" Ensign Vorn said rather calmly as if not wishing to abruptly come in.  It wasn't that he thought the commander would have been shaken up, but he wanted to allow the commander time to find a stopping place.

Commander Arcos smiled, set down the personal assistant then looked up.  He had quite the fondness for interuptions, especially with the good mood the confrence had put him in.  "What can I do for you, Mr. Vorn?"

"Oh, just stopping by to see how the confrence went..." Vorn said making conversation, but he didn't want to beat around the bush too much.  "that and I wanted to see if you had come up with the new Lab assignments."  It was Vorn's Job to do the final touches on the lab write-ups for the science crew.  Everything that was proposed would be submitted to Vorn, then turned over to Arcos for final aprroval, once that had occured Vorn would get them back and present them to the Lab managers.  After that occured they would be refined again and laid out in more detail and the approval process would move to the requirements of the other preperation reports. 

"Not Yet," he paused and breathed.  "I haven't had a chance to read the latest submittal of requests for lab changes.  I'll get to them soon, but..."  He grinned.  "I had a wonderful time at the confrence."

"Oh was it a wild time?" Vorn joked about the usuall after hours drinking festivities of confrences these days.

Arcos laughed.  He knew the man was joking.  Rank seemed less of an issue in his personnal matters.  "Yes, but I dare not speak the full truth... whats done at the science confrence, stays at the confrence." Joking back in a humorous notion about a city on Earth during the twentith century.  He paused and looked up.  "Well... some of it does.  I brought back alot of notes... and not much of a hangover."


"That's too bad." Vorn grinned. He had a bit of a quip to his remarks just as usual


"Eh.." Arcos shrugged.  then more seriously "I don't exactly hold my liquor well you know.  That's why I don't drink.  But... I did see a few orion girls at the beverage station." he said changing the mood.  "I also heard an interesting lecture on early space propulsion and the use of spectrometry during the yesteryear.  It was quite good,  I look forward discussing it with Mr. Yellin as well as Beindocoff."

"Well, let me know when you get to meeting with them, I'd love to hear about as well." He smiled having perked his interest a bit.  "I too.. did some work on astromony and spectroscopy senior year."

"That's right, I remember reading your disortation(academy), it was quite good."  Arcos commented... "As was your thesis(civilian bachelors), but then thats why I chose you for administration.  I won't lie to you, after your tour here, you could be in line for a department command position of your own."

"Well thanks sir... but my previous job was... nothing like what I've gained here."  Vorn grinned.

"I suppose so, its a shame you didn't join the fleet earlier... but I guess you had some family matters to attend to..." he sighed.  "Once your time requirement is up, I will see if I can get you another pip on your collar."

"Thank you.  But..." Vorn paused to pick out what he was saying,  "...I just don't want to..." he continued, "... I mean I want to serve here for awhile."

"I understand.  Don't think I won't try to promote you if I get the approval for an assistant department head. dismissed."


Commander Arcos Darye
Chief Science Officer
USS Charon


Ensign Sammuel Vorn
Administrative Assistant(Science)
USS Charon


//Science Report – USS CHARON – Star Date:241101.30//

I. Schedule of Science Command Staff
II. Lab summary Table
III. Lab projects summary
IV. Bridge Functions
V. Damage/repair/casualty Report
VI. Science Commanders Comments

I.   Schedule(daily)
Name| position||rank| assignment|
    |first shift |Second shift| third shift|
Arcos Darye| Chief Science Officer| Commander | Department head
    |1)Bridge|2)office hours|3)OFF|   
Y. Beindocoff| Stellar Cartography| Lieutenant J.G | Research/Lab Management | NPC
    1)Research/Office| 2)OFF| 3)Bridge
B. Roberts| Beindocoff's Assist| PO3|Research/office| NPC
    1)Research| 2)Office| 3)OFF
S. Vorn| Science Officer| Ensign | Admin Assistant| NPC
    1)OFF|2)Bridge|3)office hours
I. Castillo| Geo Science |Petty Officer 1st| Research/Lab Management| NPC
    1)office hours| 2)research| 3)OFF   
M. Blande| Bio Science| Ensign| Research/Lab Management| NPC
    1)Office hours| 2)OFF| 3)Research
T. Yin| Chem Science| Chief Petty Officer | Research/Lab Management| NPC
    1)Research| 2)office hours| 3)OFF
S. Ronsett| Phys Science| Lieutenant J.G | Research/Lab management| NPC
    1)OFF| 2)office hours| 3)Research
Ollanda| Cybernetics| Lieutenant J.G |Research/Lab Management| NPC
        1)OFF| 2)Research| 3)office hours
G. Yellin| Anthropology| Lieutenant J.G |Research/Lab Management| NPC
    1) Research|2) OFF| 3) office hours
Officers: 7|Enlisted: 16: 3 enlisted lab masters, 14 enlisted Lab assistants|

|Total Science Personnel: 24 (max 29/min 17/skeleton 3)|

II. Lab Summary Table

Labs | Lab master | Assigned assistants | Experiment
General Science | Department head charge | 1 | OPEN   
Biology | M. Blande | 2 |  
Chemistry | T. Yin | 2 | PENDING Approval
Geo Science | I. Castillo | 2 | PENDING Approval
Physics | S. Ronsett | 2 | PENDING Approval
Cybernetics | Ollanda | 2 | PENDING Approval
Anthropology| G. Yellin | 1 | PENDING Approval
Botany| (open lab) |    1 | On going Specimen Care
Stellar Cartography| Y. Beindocoff/B. Roberts | 1 | PENDING Approval

III. Lab Project Summary

A) Biology: Biology mixes with a lot of the other other fields, but the lab is utilized for a majority of the ships biological research including microbe study, cellar study, animal and space creature study, the study of Life, how it works, and how it continues to function today and in yester year.

Biology Officer in-charge:  M. Blande |OFFICE HOURS: 1st shift


Progress Update:  The team is preparing for new lab pending approval

B) Chemistry: Chemistry studies the physical nature of life, the study of chemicals and elements how they react and work together with each other.  Chemistry often works with biology and physics to come to a closer understanding of what we explore on the ship.

Chemistry Officer in-Charge: T. Yin |OFFICE HOURS: 2nd Shift


Status update: The team is preparing for new lab pending approval

C) Geo-sciences:  The Geo Sciences department works with anthropology, Stellar Cartography, biology and other fields of science to grab a basis of the physical relationship of ecosystems, glaciations, gravitational pulls, tectonics, and seismic behavior of planets, moons, asteroids, and planetoids.

Geo-Sciences Officer in-Charge: I. Castillo |OFFICE HOURS: 1st Shift


Status Update: The team is preparing for new lab pending approval

D) Physics: Physics assists in astrophysics, quantum physics, bio-physics, standard physics.  The Physics team answers question in gravitational effects, trajectory, and other physics challenges.  Often Physics will work with geology or stellar cartography.

Physics Officer in-Charge: S. Ronsett|OFFICE HOURS: 2nd Shift


Status Update: The team is preparing for new lab pending approval

E) Stellar Cartography: Stellar Cartography works with Astro-metrics to provide maps of the galaxy and studies the stars themselves mapping inner corona and outer solar system alike.


Stellar Cartography Officer in-Charge: Y. Beindocoff/B. Roberts |OFFICE HOURS: 1st shift/2nd shift

SUMMATION OF CURRENT RESEARCH: The team is preparing for new lab pending approval.

Status Update:  The team is preparing for new lab pending approval

F) Cybernetics: The team plays a part in science cybernetics and robotics.  Together the team assists in probe assembly, repair, research, and equipment programming.  These guys play a major role in research set up, and develop new ways to keep us busy and tooling our research.

Cybernetics Officer in-charge: Ollanda |OFFICE HOURS: 3rd shift


Status Update: The team is preparing for new lab pending approval

G) Anthropology: Part of the anthropologies job is to find out what humanoid life is like in surrounding solar systems.  They are basically a historian, but also provide an in-depth analysis in to cultures, societies and the way people live now, then… and on many worlds flourishing, dying, or since perished.  A lot of the teams focus is providing a guide for officers to use when approaching a world on or off duty.

Anthropology in-charge: G. Yellin |OFFICE HOURS: 3rd shift


Status Update:  The team is preparing for new lab pending approval

H) Botany: The botany team, made up of volunteers and lab assistant Crewman Chris A. Smith are continuing to care for the planet current in the lab.  Since the team has no samples yet of Gamma quadrant plants, the focus have been on bordering sectors to the gamma quadrant.

SUMMATION OF CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Production of edible food for ships mess hall, and continuing care for samples and specimens from ships travel.

Status Update: Smith continues to care for specimens and prepare samples for other labs.  Edible plants continue to be harvested by the team for use on the ships cafeteria.

I) General Science Lab: The General Science lab will be available at request, but is currently on standby for mission specific research.  The lab has holo-emitters for research and is shared with other departments as per request; departments can make use of the lab if unused by the science team.  The General Science lab is the ships state of the art science laboratory capable of housing six differing experimentations from any science department.  The lab assistant is charged with set up and preparing the lab for each team utilizing the lab.  Additional assistants can be utilized if necessary from other labs.






IV.  Bridge Operations

Science Bridge Crew:

     Commander Arcos Darye| Chief Science Officer| 1st Shift
     Lieutenant J.G Yuri Beindocoff| Stellar Cartography|3rd shift
     Ensign Samuel Vorn| Administrative Assistant|2nd shift

NOTE: The Bridge team is charged with gathering scans for the science department, requesting launch of science probes, and monitoring data for bridge operations.  All scans and data can be made available to other departments and teams on request.   The science lab teams may also monitor their portion of the scans from the bridge at their request, but is limited to lab masters and the science department officers.
V. Damage/repair/Personnel Report:

 +Science Labs

All labs are functioning.

+Science Stations

All Stations functioning

     +Science sensors/Deflector

All Sensors/Deflectors Operational


Commander Arcos| Returns to duty| SD241101.30

Officer injured:  0 (0 major – 0 minor – 0 Severe)

Enlisted injured: 0 (0 major – 0 minor – 0 Severe)

Promotion Request:
Personnel: Rank|PersonnelName|
à New Rank|Name

Cwm Chris A Smith to Tch Chris A Smith





Training Requested:





VI. Science Commanders comments

+Lab Requests: New Lab assignments pending approval.

+Confrence:  Commander Arcos returns from science confrence.  Arcos plans to lecture to team about what he's learned and plans to implement in the future of the science team. 

+Training(FYI – Will leave this here for refrence): Petty Officer Rank is required to lead a research team.  Science Crew wishing to run a lab should be trained in on lab functions of two differing labs and have gone through lab command training.  Once this training is complete rank advancement to Petty Officer 3rd class will be given.  (In character is fine)  Once lab functions have been mastered a rank advancement to specialist will be given.  If you're looking for training approach the science command team and training will begin.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

[USS Charon] SD 241101.29 || Joint Log || "Daycare" || CEO, Yeo || LtCmdr. Landon Neyes, Cwm. Andrus Morganth

=/\= Deck 9, USS Charon =/\=

Had it been any other day, Neyes wouldn't have set foot on this part of the ship for another few weeks. Deck 9 was a mess, and while the whole of the Charon had been completely recovered and repaired, there were areas of the ship that still needed a little TLC. Now, he walked intently down the corridor towards the brig, PADDs and tool kit in hand. It wasn't like Neyes to offer his personal approval of menial tasks, but a few of the command staff had suggested there was a certain new Yeoman who would benefit from some day to day labor, and if there was one thing Landon had too much of at this point, it was labor. Security had also suggested that Landon bring a weapon into the brig with him, if for nothing else to intimidate the young man, to which he'd simply nodded to ignore the suggestion. He'd seen the crewman's profile, there wasn't anything worth worrying about the joined Trill couldn't handle on his own.

With a little hum Landon walked into the brig and set down his tools on the control desk across from the holding cells. Their luminescent buzzing a constant reminder that there was a 'prisoner' being held here. Taking a quick glance at the young Betazoid, Neyes pursed his lips and took a few steps over to the field. He patted his hand against the containment field and it shocked a quick response.

"Wake up." Landon said, neither rude nor sweetly.

Andrus lay on the bed focusing. He had a ton of pent up energy and no outlet on which to use it. When Savant was last there, it caused him a great deal of anguish. Causing memories to flood back into his mind 
that were best left hidden, dormant, locked away for eternity. Unfortunately that wasn't the case, especially with the threat of 'contacting his family' it had made. He felt, more than heard the person come in.

The people on this vessel had a good knack of interrupting him when he was attempting to focus. Sitting up on the bed he opened his eyes to see a man in a gold collared uniform, a Trill none the less. Looking at the rank, "Commander, I was not sleeping," he answered his voice practically devoid of emotion. Almost Vulcan in nature by the intonation of the words, "I was focusing. Something that I was taught as a child on Betazed to help me rest. Many would call it meditation sir," he answered.

Turning back to the desk, Neyes took a moment to ready some of the tools they were going to need. "I didn't say you were sleeping. My statement had more meaning than that, and I think you understand." Landon was already bored. He had at least seven other more important things to be doing in regards to the ship. A young man's future, however, was at least something that merited a little attention. With a little sigh, he tried to remind himself of the humility he expected of himself. With a curt grin, Landon tapped a PADD into the palm of his opposite hand. "You're coming with me for a few hours. There are minor discrepancies in the ODN processing junctions on this deck and I need someone to come assist me. My crews are busy with more important tasks, and it seems you are free for whatever work is available."
He bit back a remark towards the Trill.  Standing up he stretched, his back turned to the Trill as he slipped his jacket on over his maroon shirt.  "Not to mean any disrespect Commander," he started turning to face the man, "won't you get into trouble for removing me from this cell?" He asked.  "I mean, I don't want you to jeopardize your career in Starfleet over a certifiable crewman." He commented with a small half grin.

"I really can't imagine the Captain will mind that I put you to some good use. As it is you're using up food an energy on her vessel, and I would make no mistake. This is her ship. Also everywhere we go will be isolated by force fields that I've preprogrammed to follow your bio signature. You'll be allowed to move in designated areas only." Neyes smiled and raised an eyebrow. "And really? My career? Starfleet is a honorable choice, but nothing more than a pass-time at this point. You should hardly be concerned about that, you have your own shit to deal with."

"I understand the precaution.  I assure you, you will not see me attempt to 'run away' as it were.  I have had several opportunities already.  I may be stupid, but I am not dumb."  The last words he moved his eyes downcast.  "I have had enough problems in my life.  A few more won't hurt."  He commented hoping the Commander would ignore or bypass the statement.

Landon took out a PADD and dropped the force field to Andrus' cell. "Here's the information you need. I assume you took Computer Dynamics at the academy, so you know all you need to. Anything else I can assist you with." He held out the device for the crewman to take and smiled a little. "She's creepy isn't she."
"Sir, I wear maroon for a reason.  I barely passed that course.  So, I will do my best."  Why was this Trill giving him a chance that only one other person on this vessel was doing and he was an officer at that.  Andrus looked at the man with a quizzical look on his face.  "Who?  The ship or the Queen of Hearts?" It was to late Andrus realized his slip up, "I uh meant the Captain."  He quickly covered accepting the device the Commander handed him.

"Savant." Landon replied, not looking up from his PADD.
"I would rather avoid discussing it.  That photonic..." He started but clamped his mouth shut.  He was already in enough trouble as it was.

"That's probably wise, since you know she's listening in on everything anyway." Neyes grinned a little bit. " Not that it matters, she doesn't really do anything about it other than compile data blocks and profiles about everyone. I've seen the encrypted files moving through the system, and she literally does it 24 hours a day. Doesn't stop me though, we have an agreement. At least I like to think we do." Neyes looked up from his PADD and sighed. "Alright let's go. The pathway we're looking for is in sub-junction 2467 beta along the tertiary ODN line. Section 26-A. It's not far from here.

"Did you choose the Charon or did they choose it for you?" Landon asked, as they walked. In truth there was little about the crewman that really held any interest for Landon. Since coming to the Charon he had decided that bonding with his crewmates would be something that came naturally along the course of his work with them. This trivial pursuit of meaning for Mr. Morganth was not only taking away his time, it was also clashing with this newly found philosophy. The Betazoid was, if he could manage it, going to be working at the Captain's Yeoman from this point forward. Meetings, personal itineraries and all those other things would be handled through him, and that meant they'd probably be unable to escape working together. It was in both their interests to put their best foot forward.

"I was assigned here Commander, as a Crewman we don't have the pleasure of requesting our placement on vessels or the like," the Betazoid responded following the Trill.

"When I joined Starfleet, it was around the same time I was joined. I almost quit immediately afterward. Had a lot of anger pent up about my family, about what had happened to me in lives that I didn't even know existed until just days before. All of a sudden I was a part of something that meant more to me than a rank. Unfortunately, without this uniform to hold me together I would have probably lost it. There's nothing like remembering the entire lifetimes of ten other people to put it all in perspective for you."

Andrus nodded as the Commander spoke.  The Trill was bordering on information that Andrus would rather not discuss.  Though any officer would have access to his personnel file would know that it was either he join Starfleet or he would institutionalized. "I would rather not remember anything about my past.  Why do you bring this up?" He asked internally getting frustrated that the Commander was attempting to 'buddy up' to him.

Neyes motioned that they had reached the access port for the repairs. "My point, crewman, is that we all have problems. It's because we all share some tragedy in that, we are able to help each other through it."
"With all due respect Commander, you have no idea about my past.  You have no idea what I went through.  Why would an officer want to help a Crewman out?  Enlisted personnel are barely worthy to be dirt under your feet.  Well at least this enlisted person," only minor body movements would indicate frustration and irritation.  A squeezing of the fist around the device, maintaining a distance from the Trill.  "Sir with all due respect, why do you care?" He asked with a hint of irritability in his voice.  Yes, the Trill didn't know better than to not feign caring or to not 'buddy up' to Andrus.  Yet he did get the Betazoid out of the cell.  Andrus wanted nothing more than to pretend that he actually cared about what the Trill was saying, yet a part of him did care...the other part didn't.  A constant struggle over which side would win.

"I don't, crewman. You should though. No one needs to know what you went through, because nobody is going to fix you. It's all on you." It was just a matter of fact, and the tone in the Chief Engineer's voice reflected the point. It wasn't about sympathizing, doubts or guilt, but it was about attitude. If Andrus couldn't understand why all this anger came so easily to him, then there probably wasn't any hope for him. Neyes' face never went from anything more than a passing interest in the man's work. "Alright, adjust the ODN network to diagnostic mode in this section and begin your work. I'll watch to make sure you don't completely destroy anything." Landon eyed the crewman's clenching grip on the hyper-spanner. Shaking his head, Landon sighed, "And relax, or you're going to break that."

"Then stop pretending you care Commander," the grip on the hyper-spanner increased yet Andrus voice did not go up in tone.  He did as the Commander instructed with little confidence, "Sir, it is for the best that I not relax my grip," the young Betazoid responded.

"I suppose you'd rather go back to 'meditating' then, Andrus." Landon laughed, a little.

The boy practically glared at the Trill, but quickly turned his head back to his work.  "I would rather not return to that cell.  I am just managing to cause more damage than good there.  However, if you would rather return me I will understand," his eyes on the ODN network trying his hardest not to destroy it.  The Trill, admittedly was getting on Andrus' nerves and it was taking every ounce of control Andrus had to not spit out what he really wanted to say, let alone attempt to seduce the Trill into a fight.

Landon watched as the kid practically shook with rage, his attempts to repair the ODN fault undermined by his own lack of control. With a little blow of air from his cheeks and a quick pat at his thighs, Neyes sat down on the ground a few feet away from where Andrus was working. It was the first real chance he'd had to not really do anything, and he was going to take advantage of it. A few minutes passed before he noticed the boy looking irritated and obviously not looking in his direction.

"What?" Landon asked.

"Nothing sir."  Andrus stated attempting to put all his focus on the ODN.

Neyes rolled his eyes. "I tried to impart my Septcentennial wisdom on you but you obviously don't give a shit, crewman. Now reroute the bi-coupling, ...yeah. Like that."

"You are absolutely right Commander.  I don't give a shit," his tone changed slightly completely ignoring looking at the Trill.  He rerouted the bi-coupling as instructed.  "Why impose your wisdom on me?  You did state you didn't care.  So why are you so worried Commander?" He asked his voice shaking as he tried to keep under control.
Neyes sat and stared at the crewman, his eyes flat and disinterested. "Finish your work. Half the people on this deck have had sonic shower malfunctions because of the error you're correcting. Mess it up and you can be responsible for the tragically fashion-less hairstyles that will result."

"Commander, this isn't my field of expertise.  I am trying to do the job right with little knowledge on how to do it.  Give me some time!" He said frustrated.
"Are you going to finish that or not?" Neyes asked. He didn't have time for this. It was a nice thought to try and help this guy understand a little more about being a part of a crew, but it obviously wasn't going to change anything overnight. Maybe it'd take a couple more nights in the boxy cell for this kid to get it, which Landon was a little more than fine with.

Andrus turned and glared at the Trill head on, "I am attempting to do my best sir," he said voice shaking.  "If you weren't so damned pushy, and actually gave a shit about this being done right.  You would try to help.  Again I remind you Commander I wear red, I am administrative, I do not have a specialty in this field.  Got that?"  He was attempting to calm himself down but the Commanders constant bickering wasn't helping, "Remember you came and got me.  You know your choices." Andrus had stopped with the formality.

Landon smirked, and in a calm voice addressed Andrus, "This is what you don't understand. I have about eleven other things I have going on while I sit here with you. If you can't handle something this small outside your comfortable skill set while a senior officer talks in your ear, the Captain is going to have you thrown out on your ass so quickly you won't even remember being here. I tried to ask you questions about yourself, and to tell you about me, and you refused to participate in either conversation. What do you think working under a Romulan commanding officer is like? From what I understand she's harsh, straightforward, expects her crew to perform at 150% 24 hours a day and is a hell of a lot more relaxed than a usual Romulan CO.

"I get you're situation better than you'll ever realize, Crewman. Get over this righteous, bitchy tortured routine and you'll do just fine. You've realigned that relay perfectly, which is why I haven't been helping. Give yourself more credit, but give me more attitude and I'll ask the Captain to transfer you into Engineering. See how you like working under my fine tutelage every day you're here."

"As you clearly saw, Commander," he took a breath to calm him, "If I can work under your nagging me and attempting to pretend you actually give a damn, who says I can't work under her.  Consider the facts Commander. I have no desire to work there-" he went to continue but was cut off by the Trill.

"I am understood?" Neyes said. A little tone entering his voice.

He set down the hypospanner, "No commander you are not understood," he stated after spending a few seconds attempting to compose himself before responding.  "I have no desire to share my life's events with you, nor do I particularly care to hear about yours.  You think you are better than I am because you are an officer and have more lifetimes under you than I ever will.  Thus you feel and succeeded in treating me like dirt underneath your feet.  Congratulations Commander on being exactly like the rest.  I commend you, I also pity you." he commented in almost a relaxed tone, only slight hints would show he was wearing what would commonly be called a mask.

"If I treated you like dirt I wouldn't be talking to you at all. You're not listening." Landon took the hyper-spanner off the floor and held it out, "Get back to work. There are 56 more of those relays, I expect all of them to be of the same quality as the first. You have one hour before the Ensign here," he motioned to the gold-collared security officer that had appeared a few minutes before, "takes you back to your cell. I need to return to real duties. This isn't your parent's house, Crewman. I'm not your baby-sitter, your caretaker, or your father and the Captain certainly isn't your mother. This is a starship where people die, and where other people rely on your ability to not behave like a snot-nosed little baby."

"Well Commander, lucky for them I am not in a position that requires me to make snap decisions on that subject now am I?  He asked the Trill sarcastically again biting his tongue as the Trill brought up his family.  He defiantly reached out for the hypospanner.

When Andrus reached out for the tool, Neyes closed his hand around it and pulled it back. With a clenched jaw, and a grunt, Landon's arm whirled across in front of the young Betazoid and smashed the hyper-spanner against the corridor's bulkhead. Ten pieces or so clattered across the wall and sprinkled over the floor, a little blood from the Commander's hand smeared where he pushed it. "Now! You'll complete the task with the Isolinear scanner in the tool kit I brought. It should only take you twice as long. I've killed too many people to put up with shit like this, and I slept EXACTLY 2 hours last night because the Captain needs this ship in top condition." Neyes was clenching his fists, doing his best to reign in his broken patience. A wave of discomfort passed over him as he realized he needed another hit of stims. Nausea blotted out his concentration and the sudden pain in his arm made him take a quick breath. He knew the crewman was just trying to prove to himself that he could be strong, but it was going to get him in a deep pile before his attitude did him any good.

Andrus stood up, there was no shocked look on his face, "I will do no such thing.  I am not some engineers mate you can order around.  I barely was able to complete that one.  I am not about to do it with an Isolinear scanner.  Nor do I care if you got two hours of sleep.  Poor pitiful Trill, trying to buddy up to a crewman Betazoid.  Sorry Commander, you do the work yourself.  This isn't my job, nor am I certified to do it."

"Shut it, Crewman! This is effortless work for you, and stop pretending otherwise. Get to work before I give you reason why you can't." Neyes practically hissed each word, the threat dripping from his suddenly hostile demeanor. He stared down the boy before slowly turning and walking away, giving the security officer a look that said 'you have a problem?' as he walked past.

He had had his last draw, "Give me a reason Commander!"  Andrus stated staring right at the back of the Trill.  "Just as I thought," he commented, his breathing rapid and his stance ready.

"Yeah. Ok, Crewman. You're scary. " Neyes said walking away.

From Landon's perspective it looked like Andrus didn't need a reason. He didn't say a word as he quickly removed himself from the issue, leaving the security officer to watch over the young crewman like a baby-sitter with a child. There wasn't any hope for that kid, at least nothing within Neyes' power right then and there. Andrus would need some serious mental treatment if he ever hoped to accomplish anything on the ship. His head pounding, Neyes rounded the first corner and popped a stim from inside his shirt sleeve. The nausea subsided, and the pain faded out, so he quickly breathed a little sigh of relief and tried to forget the events of the last 15 minutes.

"That kid would piss on his own birthday cake." Landon thought aloud.

=/\= END LOG =/\=

Lieutenant Commander Landon Neyes
Chief Engineer, USS CHARON
Crewman Andrus Morganth