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Post by Skyler on May 13, 2009 9:45:14 GMT -6
Skyler leaned back in his chair as Brik entered the office. Just outside his door he noticed a new female Warrior. Unless Plwel has a secret he isn’t telling it must be Ione. As soon as Brik finished he would call her in, by that time Plwel should be there as well, and he could go over assignments with them both.
Skyler listened as Brik explained his research. Lotus Lab was at the center of this for sure.
“Brik, did the time travel research mention anything called a Project Sentinel?
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Post by Ens. Ione on May 14, 2009 4:47:17 GMT -6
Ione fell silent again and went back to waiting to report in to the major. She wasn't much for conversation, so she often chose to stay quiet and in the background unless it wasn't called for.
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Post by BRIK on May 14, 2009 18:14:45 GMT -6
Skyler listened as Brik explained his research. Lotus Lab was at the center of this for sure.
“Brik, did the time travel research mention anything called a Project Sentinel? "No Sir. However, the portion of the records in which I searched were mostly civilian and provided an overview of the science, the missions and the experiments, with the actual facilities added almost as an afterthought." The big man stood up straight and talked as he turned to leave. He had learned to understand the question within the question long ago and was off to do his duty. "I'll locate your confirmation intelligence, Sir." As he walked into a corridor for the second time in a short while, he noticed two new ensigns standing outside of the Major's office, one already familiar. He paused. "Ensigns, my name is Captain Brik and I am an officer of Gold Squadron, welcome aboard and welcome to the great destiny that is being a Colonial Warrior. We'll speak more when there is time." He spoke again as he walked away, not turning his head but being easily heard nonetheless. "Mr Plwel, good to see that you took my advice, well done!" Without slowing or breaking stride in any way, the large man completed his statement, turned a corner and was gone.
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Post by Logan on May 16, 2009 6:41:06 GMT -6
Comeek quickly extricated himself from Landis as the man continued to gripe about how Comeek didn't know what he was doing. The agitated tech disappeared behind a Viper as Comeek headed for the hallway outside the conference room where the prisoner was being held.
Idiot. Comeek didn't have time to waste with the tech. He had seen Logan and Hush leave and assumed they would head for the Bridge. Too dangerous. So the greasy haired former SSS member took up a position near the one place he knew Logan would return to eventually. She always seemed to position herself where the action was and Comeek was keeping a step ahead of her this time.
The sting of the beating he had given her on the shuttle made him tingle. He had been clumsy. He wouldn't make that mistake again. This time he was prepared for her and anything her friends might try to do to save her.
He just had to be patient.
A couple of Med Lab staff passed him in the corridor. They were busy going over data pads and paid no attention to him. He noted the Black Shirts standing outside the conference room door and nodded to them as he moved a short way down and bent over an interface grid and made a show of testing it's systems.
Soon, my love. Soon.
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Post by Logan on May 16, 2009 6:45:58 GMT -6
Logan and Hush entered the Bridge and looked around. Spotting Colonel Charybdis, Logan nodded in greeting and checked her personal comm. Skyler's last message had said to meet him here to present all findings to the Commander.
She had no idea what the others had discovered, but what she and Hush had uncovered was enough to make her certain that the pilot was telling the truth on at least one score. As impossible as it sounded, this man, Kalten, was from the past. And that meant that the Callisto's pilots were also in the past.
The ramifications of this information were staggering and Logan knew that whatever Sheba decided, they were on a unique path that no Warriors in history had ever faced before.
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Post by Ens. Ione on May 18, 2009 5:10:41 GMT -6
Ione had snapped to attention as the officer left the major's officer. She carefully tugged on her uniform to get any wrinkles out which was hardly the case because she took extreme care with her uniforms, so there wasn't any wrinkles. Ione fixed her gaze on a spot on the wall and waited to be called in.
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Post by Skyler on May 18, 2009 15:02:28 GMT -6
Skyler caught a glimpse of Ione straightening her uniform just before the door closed again. He remembered back to the day he reported to duty under then Captain Charybdis and a smile crept across his face. Never in a million yarhen did he ever expect Charybdis to be the XO of this tub or that he would command a squadron, let alone Gold Squadron. Pushing his chair back and taking a micron to check for wrinkles in his uniform he opened the door, trying to look like the hard nosed by the book Warrior he had the reputation of. Ensigns, you may enter. Skyler turned and took his seat behind his desk and watched as they both stopped in front, rigid at attention waiting. How long could he make them suffer? It wasn’t the Gold Squadron way, Gold was family, and you acted as family. By the book when you had to be, but being a protocol droid didn’t earn you any friends or loyalty in combat.
“Ensigns, please take a seat….” He waited as the shocked look wore off their faces and the turned to see where they were sitting before dropping into the chairs. “Now, Ensign Plwel, I am going to have you assigned to assist me once I leave a briefing with Commander Sheba. Ensign Ione, if there are no objections I was thinking you could help Capt. Logan with her project. As Gold’s Third Officer she would be able to answer any questions you may have and show you some of the ropes. You both will learn more as time progresses, and we don’t expect you to know it all out the gate. You will make mistakes, the important thing is to learn from them, and not make any that will get you, or someone else killed. Any Questions….?”
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Post by persephone on May 18, 2009 23:32:41 GMT -6
Entering the Computer Data Room, Triton followed behind Private Celosia, as she re-entered key codes once inside the room at an inner door to enter the chamber of her own computer stations. The main frame computer was located in a central station chamber where only two people of higher rank administrated, sealed off by another key code activated door. Celosia and Triton passed by this door, as they continued into Celosia's designated station. He took notice of the surveillance camera over the Central Computer Chamber door in need of repair, as it it had a piece of paper tapped to it that read, "Out of Order".
Seating herself back in her chair in front of her station, the first class Private indicated to Triton to take a seat near her.
"So, what is it that you need help searching for, Lieutenant?"
Pulling out his personal electronic data device, Triton pressed some buttons to activate the small organizer. "First of all, I want to thank you for seeing me and getting me into the CDR".
"No problem, Triton", she smiled.
"Well, I have a name here that I need to have your computers do a search for in the Fleet Official Records". He passed the data organizer across to Celosia to see.
She took it to read. "Has this name been scanned for before?" "Yes, I believe it was many yahrens ago, but I have reason to believe this person may still be very much alive, even though his name didn't come up on any previous scan."
"Well, it's a long shot, Triton. If this person is alive, then their record should have shown long ago when whoever was searching for them the first time"
"I know that, however, the person who searched for this man yahrens ago, has recently been given information, of which that I can't go into detail about right now, that suggests otherwise."
"Who is this person who is wanting this scan?"
"Lieutenant Persephone of Gold Squadron. I am here on her belalf. Helping her, if you will. She's a very close friend of mine"
Celosia nodded understandably, then glanced back at the name in the display screen of the small machine. She read the name out loud, "Ganymede. That's not heard of very much on the fleet. Not that I know of, but I will certainly do my best to help your friend. Do you know of any ship this "Ganymede" might be billeted on or was last thought to be living or working?"
"Actually, Lieutenant Persephone believes him to be located on the Celestra, the Electronics Ship".
Celosia typed in Ganymede's name into her computer as she asked Triton for more details of this person's colony of origin, tribe and any previous known designation. The two collaborated at her station for a further ten centons, before Triton rose from his chair to leave Celosia to do the extensive scan for Ganymede's existance and whereabouts in the Fleet.
"Leave it with me, and I should be able to let you know something by the end of the day, Triton".
"Thank you Celosia. I owe you one." "That's okay. I'm happy to do it. Now be nice to the Sentry on your way out this time"
Triton gave her a look of question, replying with "Are you kidding? I've been nothing BUT nice to him". Celosia chuckled at him, swinging her chair back around to her computer. "You can let yourself out". "Sure, thanks again.' He turned to exit the room but came to a stop in front of one of the surveillance monitors.
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Post by BRIK on May 19, 2009 0:50:12 GMT -6
Brik had gone back to the office in Gold Squadron's "turf" and completed the compilation of his research.
It seemed that he was able to conduct a minor bit of further digging and place Kalten as a staff member on an un-named Lotus project. Although the project was un-named and not described in any detail at all, the source of the information was the old Colonial military records and had required the confirmation of his security clearance. That should do.
Finding no other new warriors milling about the squad bay, Brik began the walk to rendezvous with the others and confer before their meeting with the Commander. It was his wager that a new and very unusual mission may soon be afoot!
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Post by Ens. Ione on May 19, 2009 4:55:44 GMT -6
Skyler caught a glimpse of Ione straightening her uniform just before the door closed again. He remembered back to the day he reported to duty under then Captain Charybdis and a smile crept across his face. Never in a million yarhen did he ever expect Charybdis to be the XO of this tub or that he would command a squadron, let alone Gold Squadron. Pushing his chair back and taking a micron to check for wrinkles in his uniform he opened the door, trying to look like the hard nosed by the book Warrior he had the reputation of. Ensigns, you may enter. Skyler turned and took his seat behind his desk and watched as they both stopped in front, rigid at attention waiting. How long could he make them suffer? It wasn’t the Gold Squadron way, Gold was family, and you acted as family. By the book when you had to be, but being a protocol droid didn’t earn you any friends or loyalty in combat. “Ensigns, please take a seat….” He waited as the shocked look wore off their faces and the turned to see where they were sitting before dropping into the chairs. “Now, Ensign Plwel, I am going to have you assigned to assist me once I leave a briefing with Commander Sheba. Ensign Ione, if there are no objections I was thinking you could help Capt. Logan with her project. As Gold’s Third Officer she would be able to answer any questions you may have and show you some of the ropes. You both will learn more as time progresses, and we don’t expect you to know it all out the gate. You will make mistakes, the important thing is to learn from them, and not make any that will get you, or someone else killed. Any Questions….?” Ione sat there not believin her ears. She was hoping that her mouth wasn't gaping open and embarrassing her. She thought back to her days at the Academy and she remembered hearing from some of her instructors how terrible some of their officers had been to them. She recovered and spoke. "Major, just what is our assignment goiong to be?"
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