Subj: STAR TREK: FUTURE CHAMPIONS (MOVE 2.0)
Date: 97-02-09 22:14:12 EST
From: Legionair
STAR TREK: FUTURE CHAMPIONS (MOVE 2.0)
"To Put Aside Your Toys"
Into the auditorium walks Lt. Shawn Holt, unaffectionately known as "the Sniffer." A deaf and blind man could recognize him as a two-faced kiss up from twenty yards. The self appointed personal assistant to Admiral Willett, mostly because of his particular talents and not his pretty obvious tactics. He's able to sense other Metas, making him one of the driving forces behind the Meta force.
The Lieutenant walks into the auditorium through one of the doors near the front of the room. He's got a Federation issue computer under his arm (looks like a clipboard) and an air of self importance. He stands at the front of the room and looks over everyone as if he had called the meeting himself. After a moment, he glances at the door he entered through:
"Admiral present!" he shouts, barking it like an order as Admiral Willett enters the auditorium through the front doors as well. He then stands at the front of the room, at attention, as if he was the spokesman for the auditorium.
The rest of the auditorium has a much less energetic response (at least as far as the NPCs go, please state what your PC does).
Athame, Leslie Cathasach, starts to stand up, apparently out of reflex, but pauses and glances around the room. After the momentary falter, she stands fully up and at attention.
Vhotir, the Klingon, sits in his seat passively watching the goings on. When the Admiral makes his appearance, Vhotir's only reaction is to mumble some proverb in Klingon about never being on time.
Einri, the Deltan, continues on his way out of the auditorium's back door, despite the recent events. He makes no attempt to hide is departure, in fact, he probably would have slammed the door had it not open and closed automatically.
Albert Dagon, Flynn, has a very obvious look of distaste on his face as the Lieutenant goes through his routine. He digs in his pockets as the scene takes place, he produces a small, dark object, which he proceeds to toss at the Lieutenant. Admiral Willett turns to face the auditorium just as the cigar butt bounces off Shawn's head.
The Admiral clears his throat, "At ease. Please sit Lieutenant and try to remember that this is not Starfleet."
The Admiral turns his gaze towards Flynn as Shawn takes a seat in the front row, "It is also not a school yard at recess time. I think we would all appreciate it if you behaved the some sense of decorum. Close shades, lower screen."
With that, the windows to the outside world polarize and take on a dark tint, blocking out the sunlight and plunging the room into darkness. A low hum is heard as a large viewscreen lowers from within the ceiling. It comes to a stop behind the Admiral and blinks to life. An orbit view of the Earth appears, centered on a starship in dry dock.
"This is the Janus, a Saladin class starship. It is one of three starships recently put on loan to us from Starfleet. Registry NCC 632." The Admiral pauses long enough to glance down at the computer sit into the stage. "As of this moment, the Janus will be your tour of duty."
"You may be wondering why this division has been suddenly mobilized. It is true that we had not planned to begin composing rosters for another six months..." He pauses and takes a deep breath, "An issue has arisen which I will explain further in a moment."
"The first order of business is to assign permanent positions on the Janus. Since the starship is on loan from Starfleet, we have to follow some of their protocol." He types a few keystrokes on the computer pad and the Janus fades from the viewscreen. A crew roster list takes the Janus' place. "Captain Adam Cochrane will be in command of the Janus during this transition. As you can see, the assignments are as follows: First Officer Jon'Ar. Chief Science Officer Sho'taki. Chief Medical Officer Kendra Galt. Chief Engineering Officer Biehl. Ship's Counsellor Einri. Chief Security Officer Koth Amos. Navigating Officers Gar Kyrrk and Vhotir. Helmsmen John Grahame and Albert Dagon. Communications Officer Leslie Cathasach."
"The position of commanding officer will be a conditional one. While First Office Jon'Ar is in charge of the day to day operations, the commanding officer will be decided depending the conditions of the current crisis." He pauses for a second again, this time looking up at the auditorium. "As examples, should the Janus be engaged in dealing with an emergency of a medical nature, Kendra Galt will be the commanding officer, Einri in the case of a psychic phenomenon, Leslie Cathasach in mystical circumstances, and so forth. Jon'Ar will be able to determine whose expertise should be in command under any given circumstance."
"If any one has any questions or complaints regarding these assignments, now is the time to speak your mind." The Admiral then looks over the auditorium for a reaction.
[One of you should notice that your character's name does not appear on the above roster. It's not a mistake on my part though...]
Subj: STAR TREK: FUTURE CHAMPIONS (MOVE 2.0)
Date: 97-02-11 05:18:07 EST
From: challiday@coventry.gov.uk (Chris Halliday CLS/BIS1)
To: Legionair@aol.com (Legionair)
Cochrane watches the reactions of his colleagues for a moment, then speaks up. "I would be honoured to command the Janus, sir. I'm sure that your people will make a fine crew." He stood to attention when the Admiral appeared and, though now "at ease", obviously isn't. His posture and bearing, though friendly, give the impression that if he were a stick of candy, the words "career Starfleet" would run through the middle.
Subj: STAR TREK: FUTURE CHAMPIONS (MOVE 2.0)
Date: 97-02-11 14:23:49 EST
From: Galterio
To: Legionair
Kendra spots Lt. Holt and stops mid-whisper. At his bark, she puts her clipboard down and stands at attention (I'm assuming that she's been trained in Starfleet procedures). When Dagon lets the cigar butt fly at Lt. Holt, Kendra instinctively snickers; but she catches herself. The Admiral's "At ease" allows her to resume her seat before she let out another giggle. She reminds herself to tell Dagon later that it was indeed a very good shot even though she can't stand his demeanor otherwise.
Kendra is in shock that she is has actually been assigned to a tour, so she has no questions. She's just sitting there with her mouth open.
Subj: STAR TREK: FUTURE CHAMPIONS (MOVE 2.0)
Date: 97-02-11 21:47:51 EST
From: Legionair
Michael would raise his hand, then upon getting the Admiral's attention, "Excuse me, Admiral. But I assume since I was invited to this meeting that you want me to join the Janus' crew for this mission. I have no problem with this. But to avoid undue confusion, exactly what would my role be?"
GM REPLY:
Admiral looks up at Michael and studies him for twenty to thirty seconds.
It's a pretty uncomfortable span of time for most of the room, may be not
so much for Michael though.
"Let me ask you this then," the Admiral says, turning his back to the auditorium and looking over the crew manifest on the screen. "What role on the Janus do you feel that your skills are best suited for?"
Subj: STAR TREK: FUTURE CHAMPIONS (MOVE 2.0)
Date: 97-02-16 01:57:29 EST
From: BC ManOWar
To: Legionair
Michael stands, looks at the Admiral squarely, "Very well, sir. As the Darkstar liaison to StarFleet, I assume I'll be on board the Janus as an 'observer'." As he turns to Captain Cochrane, offering his hand, "Captain, I hope you won't mind if I offer a helping hand every now and again."
Erick/Michael
Subj: Re: ST:FC; Turn 2.0
Date: 97-02-13 21:07:20 EST
From: Legionair
After the shinanigans with the cigar butt, the rear door slides open. Through it steps a human wearing a yellow Starfleet tunic which seems to be stretched to its limits over his thick arms. He has dark hair, and rugged features, not unattractive if it weren't for the coldness of his eyes. He takes in the room with flint-black, expressionless orbs, sizing each occupant up with equal indifference. His collar indicates a rank of Lt.Commander, and he is wearing what appears to be an engineering tricorder, a hand phaser, and is carrying a tubular device with a grip and trigger that can only be some sort of weapon. His boots are spit-shined to an almost mirror finish, and his bearing is one hundred percent military, all business. After the Admiral has spoken, he catches his eye, and says, "Koth Amos, sir." Indicating the weapons he carries, he says "All ready," and sits near the rear.
--Koth Amos--
Subj: STAR TREK: FUTURE CHAMPIONS (MOVE 2.0)
Date: 97-02-11 05:34:04 EST
From: challiday@coventry.gov.uk (Chris Halliday CLS/BIS1)
To: Legionair@aol.com (Legionair)
Cochrane waits a while, then asks to speak to the Admiral in private. Taking him aside, Cochrane says, "Sir, I really am honoured to be given command of the ship, but do you really think I'm the best choice? By my understanding I was seconded to the Meta Force as an observer. My ship skills are forty years out of date, and I know that my "high profile" may already have soured some of your people against me. Wouldn't it make sense to appoint one of them to the command chair and keep me on hand for advice? They seem like good people. Why not give them the chance to prove themselves? It might help smooth out some the tensions I can sense here."
NOTE TO GM
Though spoken in a low voice, this conversation will be perfectly audible
to those with enhanced hearing. Cochrane is well aware of this. What ever
the Admiral's decision, he will follow orders, knowing that the appearance
of confidence in the orders of your superior is important in the eyes of
a crew.
Cheers,
Chris
Subj: STFC: Turn 2.0: Hyperion
Date: 97-02-16 16:12:51 EST
From: JTerrlin
To: Legionair, JTerrlin
Note: The unidentified stranger sits way in the back, like the last row..
The stranger takes in the room, casually and dispassionately staring at the occupants. His eyes finally resting on the two young women being pestered by Albert Dagon, the self styled 'Flynn.' His face softens just for a second, before resuming it's aloofness.
When the Sniffer arrives, the stranger makes no effort to rise.. immediately. Pursing his lips, and the way he looks down the aisle at the elder Klingon, there is a definite sense of 'if he doesn't have to, why should I?' However, either peer pressure or some sense of obligation fills him and he stands, though he does so in no hurry. He resumes his casual position when they are set 'at ease.'
To Dagon's mischief with the cigar butt, he snorts, but without much amusement.
Einri is observed with a similar, if not greater disdain. The stranger watches him retreat from the room, walk past him and exit. He shakes his head slightly. It seems the stranger chose the back of the room in order to scrutinize everyone else. Amos Koth is eyed warily, but in no other way greeted as he takes a seat near the stranger's domain.
When the ship's roster is read however, an actually look of mild surprise comes over him, and an almost wavering smile. He hides it quickly, but the observant will notice that he does sit up in his chair straighter and adopts a more professional demeanor.
The stranger is silent as the individual the Admiral refers to as 'Michael' questions his role aboard the ship.
Finally as Capt Atom pulls Admiral Willet aside and whispers to him, the stranger actually does something to gather attention to himself. The fact that he *does* have enhanced hearing becomes all too clear.
He rises, taking a few steps closer to where the bulk of the others are seated. "I would have to disagree with you Coc-" He catches himself, "Captain Cochrane. I'm not in a position to make an entirely accurate survey, but I would suspect that of those present that you alone would provide the cohesive leadership capable to lead such a group. This group requires a mature role model. I know my own limitations, and I certainly am not up for the job. If you like, as your appointed First Officer, you and I, and the Admiral can discuss this in true privacy."
The stranger, who now must be the mysterious Jon'Ar, smiles briefly, though there is a theatrical air about it. "Unless I have persuaded you to set aside your modesty.
"Respectfully, I would like to hear what crew person 'Michael's' skills are so that he may be assigned, and then continue with the debriefing. Later if you like, we can discuss our Ship's Counselor.
Looking to the others present, he will add simply, "I am Jon'Ar."
--Hyperion--
Subj: STFC: Turn 2.0: Hyperion
Date: 97-02-16 23:12:21 EST
From: BC ManOWar
To: Legionair, JTerrlin
Michael approaches Jon'Ar with a smile, offering his hand. "Michael Sinclair, Darkstar Liaison to StarFleet. Glad to meet you, Jon'Ar. If you're not familiar with Darkstars, you can think of us as interstellar police officers." Then the gray eyes get a hint of steel, "And we like to think that we are good at our jobs." And with a return of the smiling twinkle, "Although if you need my services as some sort of special investigator feel free to ask...and as I said to the Captain, don't be surprised if I offer to help out."